- Apr 28, 2024
- 34
- 4
- 8
To Algaekit, Robinheart was the sun. Her mother served as a source of ultimate warmth, as though it had come from a light honeyed and kissed by the morning, something so tender and unconditional. He had never known Brookstorm, and thus, could never conceive of her absence as a rift from the tradition of having both parents present in the mix. To her, Robinheart was all that he needed. The attack of the hound had sent the very first trickles of fear into her tiny body, shivers as though leaf-bare had wracked her, sucking her dry of the unbridled joy that had once roosted within her ribs. Today, Algae found herself staring deeply at Robin's tortoiseshell hues, pitches with russets like sunburns streaking through the night. Sea-blues traveled to the mangled leg that splayed at Robin's side - he knew it had not been like that before, that something had gone terribly wrong that day. "Maaaaama." The dilute calico trilled, ivory whites like the dawn consuming most of the shade of the dusk, leaving only small freckles and crumbs where it had missed in its avarice. Curled ears served as a constant reminder of the missing piece of Robinheart's tattered heart. "Are y' ... okay?" She blinked again.
@robinheart
@robinheart