Thread: Orcs and Flowers [JenivueGrimm and Sirix]

She growled and yelled as he reached the door,That flower is not just some toy and you know very well that it wasn't in your way. You and Tor both went out of the sparing area to destroy it. That flower-. The real shame is that you're too thick headed to see the damage. The flower has healed crooked and it's no longer able to be used for anything anymore... She went straight to her house. Her mother sighed as she walked from her waiting position beside the out on the outside. As soon as both were in the house her mother quietly said,Tor is an honored dead... You being blinded by your pain. Can you really not see that you are being bit disrespectful? Annabella immediately snapped back,No. There are many words in this world but actions speak the loudest. Her mother countered with,Speak not with anger, my child. For it is the birthing grounds for regret... Her mother than walked into her room to turn in for the night. Leaving Annabella to calm and dwell with her thoughts. It was very early the next morning. The high lady watched Annabella sat before a very specific grave. She walked over and sat beside the girl and observed the silent ritual. The mixture of herbs, the offerings... It was a ritual of regret toward the dead. She was saying sorry. Finally the high lady spoke,Your mother... Told me that you are having a hard time forgiving... There was mention of a Vicera Macca that had grown back crooked?... Why hold so much because of a flower? With a deep breath Annabella admitted,Nothing but-... It just brought back so much pain. I lashed out. The high lady rose and eyebrow. Pain? Yet she turned back and nodded. They sat in silence for a good couple of hours. Her eyes laid upon the staff and said,You know you're in the wrong here... Yeah. Did you leave-? Annabella nodded. She had indeed left a gift by his home's door to say she was sorry. Then the high lady said,Forgiveness is bitter, but it is something we must do in order to shed our wounds of the past... Understand? Again the girl nodded. They spent the entire day out of the village. The morning was spent honoring the dead. Then they disappeared somewhere in the woods. It was very late at night when both finally came back. The week that followed, Annabella avoided him and spent most of her days in the shaman's hut with her training and her free time hidden away somewhere. Making it impossible for anyone to have a moment alone with her. At first the Shaman thought it would be good. Give them both space to heal from the disaster their lover's day turned out to be. Now she was frustrated with it. They were all in the great hall. Annabella and herself present as training. The shaman was an advisor to the chief. Their sights saw through the haze and read the omens. The spirits talked to them, and it aided the chief in making a decision. The last of the issues were dealt with and she looked to Annabella. She knew that in order for the two to be able to work in harmony, the clashing and fighting had to happen. It was the same with her husband. The two fought often in their youth but eventually after everything they found their harmony. So she turned to stare ahead as she said out loud,I think our choices should take a tip together to relax. What do you think, my dear? She then smiled to her husband. She needed to get her choice to stop avoiding and just work out her emotions and thoughts. The girl was conflicted and avoiding Grom was not going to work to help her.