Atria

This pearly has lost her beloved and devoted mate. she shall never breed again, and claims she will never be truly happy again. She lives away from the clan, on the brink of dispair. She goes back and forth about continuing her travels. She doesn't want to leave the place where her partner's family is. She has lots of supporters, but the only one she allows near her is her pet caiman, given to her by her handsome, caring partner Darkrose, father of her three children, who was kidnapped and enslaved before being sent to serve the Gladekeeper.


Atria sat under her willow tree, just like any other day, since the day they discovered what had happened to Darkrose while he was away. Now He'll never return she thought. her chest ached. She was shivering cold, and the rain had started to fall. She back closer to the trunk of the tree, the tree where Darkrose had told her he loved her. Thinking about this brought another stream of tears. She tried to call her pet caiman closer to her, out of the rain. The caiman, who she had named joyce, the name she and darkrose had planned for their first daughter, was a gift from Darkrose. Joyce never listened to her, and Atria was pretty sure she only hung around Atria because she fed her. Speaking of food, Atria glanced at the small cauldron of butterfly soup, with a side of rose leaves, and a cup of jasmine tea, now cold, that sat on a tray near her. She had picked through it with no appetite, even though it had once been her favorite. Joyce had eaten her plate of insect salad with bits of meat and plants in it in a famished rush. Atria turned her gaze back to the ocean. It was a dark blue gray, and she could see the swells from here. She turned her head at the sound of wing beats. It was Violet, Darkrose's little sister. She looked like she had been crying too. How dare she, carry on with her life after Darkrose is clearly dead, How dare she! Atria thought, letting her tears fall freely. "Please, Atria, Please, eat. Please, my brother would want you to stay alive. Please Atria. I-I made you some Rosebud tea a-and brought you a few clothes to keep you warm. Please come back to the clan. Its going to rain, and if you get sick- I miss you, you were my best friend and my mentor and you taught me everything I know about cooking a-and oh Atria! how will I continue without you!" She started to sob. Atria tears fell as well, but she felt her friend's grief too sharply. She turned away. Violet cried even more as she started to turn to fly away again. "Oh-- "she said through her sobs. "I-I might change my name to Violetwing. Or Violetfeather, I don't know. But there's been eight new additions to the clan and one's named Violet so-- you, you don't care.... Goodbye Atria." She turned and took off, leaving the tea and clothes behind. Atria pulled on the hood, and sipped the tea. She then curled up and fell asleep. When she awoke, a hot dinner waited for her. Outside the rain was pouring down. This time she ate the dinner wholy, and then went back to sleep, thinking about Violet and Darkrose, her beloved.