Calling on Calla (Mittens and Crystallised Calla)
Jul 2, 2024 23:41:05 GMT
Yinmaris, Orianna Èirigh, and 1 more like this
Post by Mittens Mckittens on Jul 2, 2024 23:41:05 GMT
He hadn’t been spooked by the hoot of the owl,
nor by its intent gaze upon him instead of on fowl
He wasn’t surprised when it had spoken aloud,
with voice the Orianna Èirigh, Star Ring’d Childe.
She had sad tidings to bring of their friend Calla Prim.
Her voice weighed down by a heart, one clearly heavy to him.
He did not falter as he’d let the starry tiefling in,
but just assembled a tea tray.
First the pot, fresh milk and then assorted Yin-baking.
He hadn't interrupted as she’d spoke of Calla’s intent.
To cut ties with her paetron, The First Mountain,
Arcravine without his consent,
To become Herald of Kesserax, to become one of ‘The Fam.’
But there consequences of her actions that were unbeknownst in her plan.
In breaking the pact Calla’s soul was wrenched free,
whilst crystal overcame her absent body.
His voice did not shake as he asked to see her,
there was no other sign,
not even a tear.
His eyes did not blink at a change of the air, as they walking along Orianna’s avenue past trees large and fair.
Four in his gaze stood out different from the lot.
Wait! Was that an eye?
No. No..he guessed not.
His ears did not twitch inside of the house,
which was quiet, peaceful,
not the stir of a mouse.
There through the door in the garden she stood
surrounded by herbs, often a potent force for good.
No, it was the pain in Calla's features,
the crystalline squeeze of her eyes,
the macabre beauty of her death that caught Mittens by surprise.
For light of the twilight hit her crystal form just right,
Calla, glamour-less, revealed..she was…
Quite the sight.
nor by its intent gaze upon him instead of on fowl
He wasn’t surprised when it had spoken aloud,
with voice the Orianna Èirigh, Star Ring’d Childe.
She had sad tidings to bring of their friend Calla Prim.
Her voice weighed down by a heart, one clearly heavy to him.
He did not falter as he’d let the starry tiefling in,
but just assembled a tea tray.
First the pot, fresh milk and then assorted Yin-baking.
He hadn't interrupted as she’d spoke of Calla’s intent.
To cut ties with her paetron, The First Mountain,
Arcravine without his consent,
To become Herald of Kesserax, to become one of ‘The Fam.’
But there consequences of her actions that were unbeknownst in her plan.
In breaking the pact Calla’s soul was wrenched free,
whilst crystal overcame her absent body.
His voice did not shake as he asked to see her,
there was no other sign,
not even a tear.
His eyes did not blink at a change of the air, as they walking along Orianna’s avenue past trees large and fair.
Four in his gaze stood out different from the lot.
Wait! Was that an eye?
No. No..he guessed not.
His ears did not twitch inside of the house,
which was quiet, peaceful,
not the stir of a mouse.
There through the door in the garden she stood
surrounded by herbs, often a potent force for good.
No, it was the pain in Calla's features,
the crystalline squeeze of her eyes,
the macabre beauty of her death that caught Mittens by surprise.
For light of the twilight hit her crystal form just right,
Calla, glamour-less, revealed..she was…
Quite the sight.
“Well this wasn’t how I imagined it to be honest Calla.” Mittens murmured as he stood alone watching the the setting sun gleam through her form.
He recalled Calla’s words to him from their talk to together in The Dawn Market, in response to his question: ‘Whats your next move-What’s your goal?’
“Speak to Kesserax, maybe become a Herald, go home. As for my goal, it’s always been the same. To live up to my promises and right wrongs”.
“Guess things didn’t go the way you imagined too huh?” He gives a nervous laugh which turns into a choke and a swallow as he wipes at his eyes as tears tumble down his cheeks.
“Y-ya look good…Well, except for the whole ya know..turned to crystal thing.” He gestures across Calla’s form before gingerly resting a paw one of Calla’s own pain twisted hands. “Look. I know you feel..felt..Ya had to change…To do whatever ya needed…To do what ya need to do…”
He recalls that fire in Calla’s eyes as she spoke to him, “…you’re no longer under my wings, and that I'll see half your friends dead if it means the rest of the Material survives.”
“But ya know…” Mittens says aloud, as the last rays of light glimmer off Calla’s form. “I as I told ya before-I will always of..stayed by ya side Calla…Because ya one of my best friends.”
As the final light falls into night, Mittens looked back at the solidified form of his now gone friend, and see’s not Calla as the blessed but empty Herald, nor the fiery unfaltering wizard, but as the laughing care free happy lass, on that walk together back from Fort Ettin. That Calla, back in the early days of Spring.
