#. hiraeth; a home to which i cannot return { verse 001. }

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hiraeth / what is grief except to lose one’s home?

SANGUINE ICHOR STAINED HER HANDS, it dripped down her face, along her chest. The bodies surrounding her hurt, filled her heart with a grief that threatened to overwhelm her, choked at her throat and swallowed her heart. A gasping breath danced along the trees as the last one fell.

It was too much, too much, too much. 

She couldn’t bring herself to care about her own injuries, not with the reminders of failure that surrounded her form. A thump echoed amongst the woods as she fell collapsed; her knees cracking against the ground as her legs gave out. It would be another bruise later, but it didn’t matter, not now, not ever. She’d take every injury if it meant bringing them back.

She had failed. They were gone — her sisters, her kin, her lover, her home. They were all gone.

She wasn’t strong enough. She hadn’t been strong enough. She’d failed to protect her home, to keep those she cared about alive. Her threats hadn’t been enough to drive the strangers back — she wasn’t strong enough. She hated violence, and yet, she’d still attempted when they refused to leave, but it had been too late. Those she cared for were already at risk.

Too late, too late, too late.

There was only one thing left to do — she couldn’t stay. She didn’t deserve to stay. She couldn’t stay in a home she couldn’t protect — her home wasn’t even alive anymore. Instead, it was staring up at her with empty eyes, and even more eyes that she didn’t dare face of those she’d considered family stared up at her too. Reminding her that she failed — that she was to blame, that she wasn’t strong enough.

She didn’t deserve to remain in the jungle, not when she’d lost it all, failed those who believed in her, failed to protect her home and her kin.

Her home was gone, she couldn’t return. Blood covered and with an aching heart, she left the only home she’d ever known — by Reidun’s side.

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Being surrounded by vast amounts of ocean had always confused her, leaving her a befuddled mess, almost as if the sea threw her sense of direction into the trash. Being in a new city that she had yet to explore did not help with this factor, but the knowledge of scholars was far too enticing to ignore, leaving her lost and unsettled but far too determined to turn back. 

Blue eyes gazed upon the stricter woman that stood ramrod straight and acted as if she wanted anything other than to be disturbed, causing hesitation to shake in her bones. Alas, the woman seemed to be the only one around at this time and left the viera with no choice. With quiet steps, she approached until she was quiet enough for the meekness of her voice to carry across the raging winds of an angry sea.

“ Excuse me? ” She mumbled, gentle hands wringing together as her shoulders tensed. “ I’m sorry to bother you, but— ” A shaky breath inhaled, that failed to ease any tension in the trembling woman “ — but would you be able to direct me to the Scholar’s Guild ? ”

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