rating: PG-13 / K+
genre: General
summary: In the shade of spring, she can't help but dream of the past.
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She yawned.
Body weary from a hard day's work and a new shard found, she listened to familiar voices around her. Familiar voices bickered in the background in a familiar pattern, a buzzing drone that made her droop as she blearily blinked. She was tired and, as those familiar voices continued to bicker, she found a spot beneath a shady tree and stretched out lazily. She yawned again and enjoyed the comforting coolness of her grassy bed.
Then she slept.
And then she dreamed.
She dreamed in flashes of little memories, snippets of her younger days cast in sunlit rays. She dreamed of faces that were with her still, and faces that no longer were. She dreamed of children laughing in the sun and rolling in the grass and dancing in the rain. She dreamed of adults that smiled and cuddled and held her close in loving embrace.
She dreamed of growing older and learning.
Of blood and fighting.
Of fire and smoke and screams.
Of the barrenness emptiness left after the fall.
And then she dreamed of spring returning and restoring it all.
She dreamed of growing older still and learning still.
Of more blood and fighting.
Of gnashing teeth and cracking bones.
Of people dying and barren winter casting its pall.
And then she dreamed of spring returning and restoring it all.
She dreamed in flashes of little memories, snippets of her younger days cast in sunlit rays. She dreamed of faces that were with her still, and faces that no longer were. She dreamed of children laughing in the sun and rolling in the grass and dancing in the rain. She dreamed of adults that smiled and cuddled and held her close in loving embrace.
She dreamed –
"Kirara!"
And then she woke.
"Kirara! We're leaving!"
She blinked. She mewled. And then she stretched and yawned. Ears flicked as the cry of a familiar voice came once more and she left her shade and padded through the waving grass back to her humans again. She lived in the present, it was all she had, and left dreams of the scattered past behind her forgotten.
It was spring and the cycle was starting over again.