ellarose
babe with the power
“Well, granny. Time takes all of us eventually.” Faline mused, patting the soft patch of soil over the grave she dug in the garden. It had taken hours. She sighed gently from the exertion, passively noticing the dirt caked under her fingernails. All right. That takes care of that. She brought herself to stand and awkwardly brushed her hands over her skirt, at a loss for profound parting words. As she considered what to say, one of the chickens strutted into view over the grave and promptly began taking care of his… unmentionable business. “Now, now, Hector. That is rather disrespectful to granny.” She chided on principle alone, lifting the chicken to peer at it sternly. And yet she could not be cross with such an endearing face for too long. “Oh, sweet creature. She did threaten to cut your head off.” Nodding empathetically, she set her feathered friend back down on the ground. “Quite a few times, in fact." Or perhaps hundreds. It must have been hundreds. ('Faline!' Granny had screeched, 'If you bend time itself to spare that idiotic chicken one more time I swear I will--' well, ahem. She did not care to remember the rest of the threat and so she would not. Needless to say, ever since the chicken tore granny's favorite quilt apart their rivalry was a sight to behold. But Hector did not mean the old bat any harm. Hector was a chicken.) "I suppose it is only fair.” Unfazed, the chicken clucked and proceeded to peck aimlessly at the dirt around her boots. The black cat perpetually coiled around Faline's ankles, Endymion, watched it carry on with a glower that suggested they thought the clueless bird a horrible mistake of nature.
“You were the only one who ever knew me. And now you are gone.” Faline addressed granny sensibly, gazing at the patch of dirt. Hm. It was rather strange to associate the soil with a person, wasn't it? But she supposed that was what all mortal creatures amounted to in the end. (That was what Natos always said, anyway.) Even with the power she possessed to turn the hands of time, she could not stop death. She could stall it, yes. But eventually the body gave up and there was nothing she could do about that. Tilting her head, she took a moment to consider the fact that the only human being who ever knew her was now dead... and then that moment ended without much fuss. Indifferently, she decided she had said quite enough and spun around on her heel.
“And what am I? Chopped liver?” The cat drawled, darting after her like a shadow as she made the short trek to the cottage gate.
“You do not count.” Faline teased with a fond little smile, taking the trunk she'd packed earlier into her hands. Then her attention panned up to the only home she ever knew. Inside her chest, dueling emotions swelled in a crescendo that she could not make much sense of. To put it as simply as possible, this was her past. And she was about to leave it all behind.
“You wound me, Miss Kairos.” Endymion played along, matching her tone. Then the cat stared up at her staring at the cottage. "Are you ready?"
Faline already said a proper farewell to each of the rooms individually as she gathered things from each to pack in her trunk. Essentials only, she had decided as a rule, severing her sentimentality to all of the things she ever owned. They were just things, after all, and she intended to carry herself as light a feather on the path to her future. She would leave the past behind, buried just like granny in her grave. But she swore not a tear would come to her eye because she was ready. She had been ready for a very, very long time.
Death and time often went hand in hand. (Natos said so.) Faline could sense that death had moved on from her granny and set its unwavering gaze upon someone else. When the visions of blood kept her awake all through the night and she found granny dead in her bed the next morning, she knew it was time. The world had beckoned for her in the only way it could, inviting her to make a move against death. And she had to, lest she wanted to lose her only remaining tether to her ancestry and the answers that came with it. And the Kairos magic would die with her.
"Yes." Faline nodded and began to walk down the lane towards the forest. "I must find auntie. My vision suggests that she will be murdered. And murder can be prevented." Right. Unlike old age, as was the case with granny.
"Of course, Miss Kairos. I will assist you to the best of my abilities."
Faline paused instinctively at the wooden sign that indicated that it was unsafe for her to proceed any further. That may have been the case once, but the magical boundary that stood around this place died with granny. She could finally venture out beyond it. With her heartbeat picking up in her chest, she took a small step forward and-- wow. She laughed breathlessly as her boots touched upon earth they had never touched upon before. Unable to believe that it was truly happening, she took another step to convince herself. Lifting her gaze skyward, she admired the towering trees all around her with fascination. Then surprisingly, despite the promise she made with herself not to cry, tears began to stream down her face. "Oh." She blinked and brought her hand up to rub them away.
"Are you all right?" The cat asked.
"I will miss the chickens." Faline admitted, looking over her shoulder. She said farewell to the birds earlier, wishing that mother nature might treat them kindly in her absence. "And the ducks."
"They will not miss you." Endymion supplied pragmatically, rolling their eyes. They rubbed their body affectionately against her ankles all the same.
"I know." Faline sniffed. It was the truth, after all, seeing as they were only birds. They would not miss her. That did not change that she would miss them, though. Their soft feathers, their noises. The way they pecked at her hair... the sounds of their feet clicking on the cabinets. Twisting the end of her raven braid around her finger, she nodded towards the path and began walking with longer strides. "I do imagine they will miss feeding time, though." The poor creatures. But there was no much else she could do but leave a note for the delivery boy who would arrive in three days time, explaining the situation.
"You make a fair point, Miss Kairos." The cat conceded with a nod. Their expression suggested they could not care less if all of those birds died horrible deaths back there. Kindly paying mind to their mistress's feelings, however, they opted not to voice their violent thoughts. Endymion proceeded to follow and then eventually guide Faline Kairos down the path... taking her closer and closer to death.
“You were the only one who ever knew me. And now you are gone.” Faline addressed granny sensibly, gazing at the patch of dirt. Hm. It was rather strange to associate the soil with a person, wasn't it? But she supposed that was what all mortal creatures amounted to in the end. (That was what Natos always said, anyway.) Even with the power she possessed to turn the hands of time, she could not stop death. She could stall it, yes. But eventually the body gave up and there was nothing she could do about that. Tilting her head, she took a moment to consider the fact that the only human being who ever knew her was now dead... and then that moment ended without much fuss. Indifferently, she decided she had said quite enough and spun around on her heel.
“And what am I? Chopped liver?” The cat drawled, darting after her like a shadow as she made the short trek to the cottage gate.
“You do not count.” Faline teased with a fond little smile, taking the trunk she'd packed earlier into her hands. Then her attention panned up to the only home she ever knew. Inside her chest, dueling emotions swelled in a crescendo that she could not make much sense of. To put it as simply as possible, this was her past. And she was about to leave it all behind.
“You wound me, Miss Kairos.” Endymion played along, matching her tone. Then the cat stared up at her staring at the cottage. "Are you ready?"
Faline already said a proper farewell to each of the rooms individually as she gathered things from each to pack in her trunk. Essentials only, she had decided as a rule, severing her sentimentality to all of the things she ever owned. They were just things, after all, and she intended to carry herself as light a feather on the path to her future. She would leave the past behind, buried just like granny in her grave. But she swore not a tear would come to her eye because she was ready. She had been ready for a very, very long time.
Death and time often went hand in hand. (Natos said so.) Faline could sense that death had moved on from her granny and set its unwavering gaze upon someone else. When the visions of blood kept her awake all through the night and she found granny dead in her bed the next morning, she knew it was time. The world had beckoned for her in the only way it could, inviting her to make a move against death. And she had to, lest she wanted to lose her only remaining tether to her ancestry and the answers that came with it. And the Kairos magic would die with her.
"Yes." Faline nodded and began to walk down the lane towards the forest. "I must find auntie. My vision suggests that she will be murdered. And murder can be prevented." Right. Unlike old age, as was the case with granny.
"Of course, Miss Kairos. I will assist you to the best of my abilities."
Faline paused instinctively at the wooden sign that indicated that it was unsafe for her to proceed any further. That may have been the case once, but the magical boundary that stood around this place died with granny. She could finally venture out beyond it. With her heartbeat picking up in her chest, she took a small step forward and-- wow. She laughed breathlessly as her boots touched upon earth they had never touched upon before. Unable to believe that it was truly happening, she took another step to convince herself. Lifting her gaze skyward, she admired the towering trees all around her with fascination. Then surprisingly, despite the promise she made with herself not to cry, tears began to stream down her face. "Oh." She blinked and brought her hand up to rub them away.
"Are you all right?" The cat asked.
"I will miss the chickens." Faline admitted, looking over her shoulder. She said farewell to the birds earlier, wishing that mother nature might treat them kindly in her absence. "And the ducks."
"They will not miss you." Endymion supplied pragmatically, rolling their eyes. They rubbed their body affectionately against her ankles all the same.
"I know." Faline sniffed. It was the truth, after all, seeing as they were only birds. They would not miss her. That did not change that she would miss them, though. Their soft feathers, their noises. The way they pecked at her hair... the sounds of their feet clicking on the cabinets. Twisting the end of her raven braid around her finger, she nodded towards the path and began walking with longer strides. "I do imagine they will miss feeding time, though." The poor creatures. But there was no much else she could do but leave a note for the delivery boy who would arrive in three days time, explaining the situation.
"You make a fair point, Miss Kairos." The cat conceded with a nod. Their expression suggested they could not care less if all of those birds died horrible deaths back there. Kindly paying mind to their mistress's feelings, however, they opted not to voice their violent thoughts. Endymion proceeded to follow and then eventually guide Faline Kairos down the path... taking her closer and closer to death.
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