Hunter Valley. She refused the island as part of Carus. There was no solid justification as to why the Valley should be abandoned in its time of need. Winter had finally gone and Spring came rolling through with vivacious life and its intent with restoration and rebirth! There was hope yet for these lands. Why abandon it? This was one of many burdens that lay upon her shoulders as she felt distant from Carus sanctuary. She stood upon the entry way, gazing out into the open world of Victus and its small signs of life beginning to take shape and form. Black tiger snake companion curled comfortably into his coil between wall and rock with Empathy light rolling loftily afloat with ambient leisure. Its color lingered with a sense of confusion and concern in reflection of the maidens mixed feelings at a loss of what to do. Among this she was still coming to terms that her moon-drop daughter would be expecting pups at any given day now with a man Poltergeist did not know and was unsure if she could trust. However, Lucine seemed content: if Poltergeist could even dare say happy. This only further the mothers concern as she feared that something could go terribly wrong and Lucine would be left in pieces.
Or will you watch her write ssssuch as you did
Once upon a time.
Serpentine voices cooed in manic chortle, mocking the ghost woman. Behemoth-monster had since been at bay, locked away for the time being once again in deep slumber. Poltergeist was still in recovery after the events, having better days than some. The sun was just beginning to set, the skies painted in deep oranges golds and hints of red as it faded off into a navy canvas as evening skies slowly ebbed into the painting. Her gaze continued to linger as she watched over the slowly reviving Valley. All it needed was time an effort to give. It just needed a little patience. Dark ears folded against her skull then as she slowly stood and entered into the halls of the Hallowed Den. Agony remained in his place, sleeping soundly seeming almost impossibly to wake. Rest well, silly snake. she pressed her dark nose against his scales. The only response he gave was some nonsense and turned over to continue sleeping. Empathy lingered near the entry still, allowing the maiden her space. It knew well enough not to pry while the woman seemed to be in one of her disgruntled moods.
Poltergeist pressed further into the dens coming into the opening. Her lilac eyes wandered the cracks and the crevices, while memories began to fill her mind. There were times of contentment and then there were sharp pains which nearly forced her to the ground. A lowly growl ruptured from her vocals as she shook her head to dismiss those old pains, nearly collapsing into the closest wall. Visions then regained within her mind, as what looked to be small children of her own tumbling all over the place. Their innocent giggles and playful bouts offered a sweet melody to her ears which caused them to fold back. "No.” she ripped away the memories, coming back to the cold reality of current time. Silver and black paws stabilized as she continued further until she came to a halt. She stared quietly at the emptied den. Vivid images replayed in the back of her mind of her youth. She frowned at this, as she heavily contemplated her options in regards to Carus: however there was that fear that lingered with her still. She felt as if she failed on several occasions and she certainly could not face yet another failure. "I… don’t know what to do.” || "!"
Commence the feels!