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Fae visits the Well and takes some time to grieve for the things that they have lost, and to look to their future here at the grove.

7/49 acorns
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319 words:

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Flowers.
They were beautiful flowers.
The gravekeepers had said they contained the souls of the dead. That each of the heart flowers grew up from the site where a folk had passed.
There were surprisingly few flowers for something like that.
Though Fae had heard that this species they now were were not easy to kill.
It reminded them of their old form.
Though they remembered very little of their old world, they could remember flashes of their old form.
The long, lithe body.
The pure energy that seemed to pulse through them and make them.
This new form seemed to carry so much more weight.
Both figuratively and literally.
Fae hadn’t been able to glide around the same way they used to, despite their wings seeming many times larger.

Fae remembered their friend, too.
The small one. All fire and ice and passion.
Were they in this world too?
All signs pointed to no.
They hadn’t recognized any of their fellow newcomers.
Would they recognize their old friend?
Fae couldn’t even recall what their face looked like.
They couldn’t remember if they even had a face.

They probably weren’t here.
Fae would probably never see them again.
Perhaps they were dead.
Perhaps they were in another world.
Either way, wasn’t the result just the same?
Fae would take time to mourn them.
They decided that as they stood there.

They’d take time to mourn and then they’d see where they ended off.
They had a whole life ahead of them now, didn’t they?
They had plenty of time.
So a few minutes could be taken to grieve the loss of their best friend.
After all, the well of rememberance seemed to be a place to celebrate the lost.
Even if no flower belonging to their old friend sat in it’s soil, it was a symbol for what they missed.
And that was what Fae believed should really matter.

Description

Fae visits the Well and takes some time to grieve for the things that they have lost, and to look to their future here at the grove.

7/49 acorns
tracker: docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d…

319 words:

________

Flowers.
They were beautiful flowers.
The gravekeepers had said they contained the souls of the dead. That each of the heart flowers grew up from the site where a folk had passed.
There were surprisingly few flowers for something like that.
Though Fae had heard that this species they now were were not easy to kill.
It reminded them of their old form.
Though they remembered very little of their old world, they could remember flashes of their old form.
The long, lithe body.
The pure energy that seemed to pulse through them and make them.
This new form seemed to carry so much more weight.
Both figuratively and literally.
Fae hadn’t been able to glide around the same way they used to, despite their wings seeming many times larger.

Fae remembered their friend, too.
The small one. All fire and ice and passion.
Were they in this world too?
All signs pointed to no.
They hadn’t recognized any of their fellow newcomers.
Would they recognize their old friend?
Fae couldn’t even recall what their face looked like.
They couldn’t remember if they even had a face.

They probably weren’t here.
Fae would probably never see them again.
Perhaps they were dead.
Perhaps they were in another world.
Either way, wasn’t the result just the same?
Fae would take time to mourn them.
They decided that as they stood there.

They’d take time to mourn and then they’d see where they ended off.
They had a whole life ahead of them now, didn’t they?
They had plenty of time.
So a few minutes could be taken to grieve the loss of their best friend.
After all, the well of rememberance seemed to be a place to celebrate the lost.
Even if no flower belonging to their old friend sat in it’s soil, it was a symbol for what they missed.
And that was what Fae believed should really matter.