Escape.

Escape.

August 17, 2012 - 6:30pm — Calinka

A travel blog for the journey of Ephiré, Verve and Aurora to the first's home.
It will contain stories, as well as images.
Feel free to look around!

22th August 2012.

Around the island, food was found. The forest wasn't particularily lush, but they, Ephiré and Verve, that is, were resourceful. Berries, lichen, and many things more. For being mere travellers, they feasted like royals. Still, guilt plagued Aurora – she had been rather useless so far. No worries, Verve told her.

It became a chilly night. So the savannah child perceived it. Neither the raven stag nor the sage were particularily worried, but indeed, Verve struggled with the blanket. A coat to warm her, yet somehow, difficult to put into the right position. Aurora offered her fur, but Verve decided to stay clear of it – a reasonable choice, this night would be by far not the coldest. Still, there was more to it than that – the reluctance of touch. Aurora didn't think too much of it – though it occured to her, she took the liberty of not burdening her mind with more. Ephiré on the other hand was glad Aurora spoke, before he could have been forced to.

A million stars and a bright moon gave them light, but none was needed. Verve and Aurora slept, Ephiré kept a vigilant watch. Nobody asked for it though, so why did he do it? A mystery. Yet, the raven stag didn't mind.

Soon, morning broke. Day two of the journey.

18th August 2012.

A day later.
A day of passing through wild nature itself. Truly, the child of the savannah marvelled what the north of the world created. A marshland, vast. Dangerous. A vile tap, waiting for a clumsy hoof to step into and then spring. The raven stag warned them, but the piebald knew of it. She was there, before. The bogs she travelled through have been the same, but she was grateful for the path the black stag carved into the mud for them.

Few words were spoken. Ephiré never talked much; and Verve's words were met with some rather strange neutrality on Aurora's side. Interesting, she uses to be different. More open. Perharps Verve did something wrong? No, Aurora'd say. If only she knew. But she chose to keep to herself.

Lastly, the marshlands were crossed, even if it was with some difficulty that they kept away from bloodsucking insects. Eventually, a plane not unlike the Birch was found. Only more beautiful. River streamed there, and it was lighter. But at the same time, sadder. The trees were poor and little, the harsh nature gave them too little.

In the end, a small clearing, if there could be such a place when there was only light forest, was found. Surrounded by a body of water.

Perfect, the sage said.
Verve chimed in.
Rest.

(...)

"They set out to the raven stag's home.
He was their guide.
She who lived in the savannah covered in a thick layer of cloth,
the sage needed nothing but her fur and her mind to stay warm."

17th August 2012.

The days had been a hardship for the piebald. In many regards. Once your mind races, you cannot stop it. A thought is not reversed. A word cannot be taken back. And idea, once sparked with life, breathes on and on. Even in death. Death. So close to her these times. It was already closing its boney fingers over the tender life of the sage. Her fur was the cage she was trapped in. No shedding saved her from summer's merciless sun.

Until.

A promise. The raven stag's home. A sanctuary? Maybe not just for one deer anymore. Indeed, now was the best time to go there. The offer still stood. She seized it. And so it was that Ephiré, loneliest of them all, would get a visitor.

One visitor?
No.
Two.
Verve, the true child of Africa, accompanied them. A young gal excited for new travels. This time, up in the north. And while the cage that was crushing the sage would now become her shield, Verve had none at all. None? Wrong. Her craftsmanship blessed her with the unique ability to create one. A thick layer of cloth to shield the cold away.

Farewells were said. No weeping, sans the tears the red eyed queen wept. Tears as an expression of a farewell, but still, not an end. But laughter accompanied them, too.

Set sail for a future, new hopes.

Many kind regards to parrotsnpineapples, who provided the CSS! <3
This blog records the travels of Ephiré, Verve, and Aurora. Clicky on the names, feel free to check on their bios for more information!