01-21-2017, 06:47 AM
Khojin spent hours meditating that night, reaching out with her consciousness, probing the realm of the dead for some presence of her Narny gerel [Sunlight]. They said she was gone – that she had disappeared before their very eyes. And yet, she knew that Sola couldn’t be gone. She would have felt it. She would have. She would have heard her screams, felt her spirit torn from her mortal coil, felt her pain. The same pain they had all felt. Reiji. Saran. Ajai. Mengettu. Every single member of Clan Malaguld lost that day. She had heard their screams, in symphony with Eliwood, Vienna, Fvelt, and all of the other lives lost at Hinanjo to the deathly reach of the Severance Project.
The Severance Project. It was nigh impossible to believe that it was actually gone. So much was lost to their hands over the course of its existence.
Including Sola. Including my little girl.
But she would have felt it. She would have known.
And so she reaches out for some thread. Some bread crumb that would lead to her daughter.
But there was nothing.
She was just
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The minutes blended with hours, hours blended with tears, and tears blended with fatigue until all were one. Though her knees were raw from the stone she knelt on, sleep finally took her, the rest of her body slumping as she descended into unconsciousness. A few fulms away, Lunis, who had long since fallen asleep amidst a pile of his and Sola’s shared stuffed creatures, wakes for a brief moment. He crawls over to his mother, dragging the stuffed chocobo gifted to him by Emile moons ago with him, and curls up on her thigh before losing his tenuous grip on reality once again.