Thread: Hope Revisited( A MissKitty and BlackHeart Collaboration)

She'd been a surprise. A day old in utero when they'd been put to sleep. Her mother had been examined before put to sleep, and there were no medical signs of pregnancy. At least that was how her father told it. If there had been any sign. Her mother would have been left behind. It wasn't until after, she started to show a few months after coming out of cryo and gave birth shortly after. The doctors among them theorised that the first trimester had been extended in cryosleep and as a result the second and third had been much shorter, her gestation had taken three thousand years and six months, no one had known what would come out of her mother, her birth had been a moment of great trepidation. They were shocked when she came out a healthy, beautiful baby girl. With no visible difference from any child, save for a mark, in the shape of a crescent moon tucked into the outline of a full moon on the back of her neck. Ki was the first child of the new world. Treasured by, not only her parents but by the entire community of people. The first child born in the new world. There were others, a breeding program had been established before they were put to sleep. But, she was still the first. Her parents loved her of course, her mother, a civilian, her father, a skilled military leader. Hadn't expected a child in the early days of settlement, especially when things were so rocky and uncertain. As a result she grew up with their civilisation, matured in strife and blossomed into full womanhood on the run. The cryosphere had been attacked when she was in her early teens, and they had to leave afterwards. That's when they were really tested. The land, they had prepared for the worst, but in the cryosphere they had gone soft, secure in the safety it provided, now that first year, deaths were abundant. Water. The most precious resource was scarce, and they had to learn quickly how to preserve it. On top of that, food was just as scarce, the wooded they had settled in around the cryosphere had been infested with winged insects dangerously close to the hive. So they had to escape in the opposite direction. Quickly they were slammed into a barren wasteland. Little food and water if any, and more died, there was still hope though, and it came, when one of the older woman gave birth, to a healthy and happy baby boy, soon, he wasn't the only child travelling with them and Ki was relieved not to be the only hope for new life. Sweet children, faced with the harsh reality of the world they then had to struggle through. She rose for the day to a camp disbanding around her, pulling down her shelter she used a bit of water to wash her face. Washing was wasteful. But she couldn't stand the stink of not washing, the musk of unwashed skin made her want to gag. She was always the first in when they did come across water, to jump in. There hadn't been water for days though, but it was there, on the horizon, the signs, fresh vegetation, green. Though she knew that with the green came other things. Dangerous things, deaths, more horrifying then starvation or dehydration, you could stop dehydration with water, could stop starvation with food. The things she couldn't stop. Scared her. Every hopeful step they took. Terrified her. It was midday when they reached the river. Though she waited until nightfall her light sitting at the waters edge as she waded in, the deepest part was only to her waist, but she splashed water over the rest of her, bending to wet her golden locks, pleased as the dust of travel fell off her, she lifted the hair from the back of her neck and washed the dirt from there as well. Ki looked up. The river was right at the edge of the wooded area, and though it fed the greenery and brush. It had no real coverage itself. She could see the sky just as well here as she could in the desert. The moon made her light almost pointless as it glowed down on the water, the stars like lanterns against the inky black. She could see herself reflected like a shadow against the rippling surface. Intricate features like her sweet grey eyes and the cherry like stain too her pouty lips, blurred in the waters motion, but the glow of her tanned form as the curve of her back into her bottom and the flat plane of her stomach, the soft rounding of her breasts, covered by one of her slender arms, to keep warm against the nights chill, as much as for modesty. Awed by the beauty of the fresh, untouched land around her, the time passed and she couldn't help but feel blessed. Not only to be clean, finally, but to see the recreation of the world as she had thus far. Surprised out of her thoughts as she heard her mother calling her name. She'd been gone far too long and worried the woman. Dressing in her clothes, a bit dismayed to be covering herself in the filthy rags after finally getting clean. She would have to take care of that tomorrow.