[[PP-F24]] Bring me to the Place you Rest

[Mari 1]

Don’t lose your way in your mind
We have to be as one
Don’t be afraid my sweetheart
This is the way to be more strong
 

Mari had yet to properly talk to either Macradon or Baldur - her return had been a whirlwind of emotion and as such…she wasn’t fully able to take a moment to breathe, and to explain everything to them…fully. Mari wanted to get the chance to talk to each of them. Individually, or together. It didn’t matter to her, what did matter..was that they were owed answers. Two years…was a very long time. To be gone from friends, from those who needed her - from what little life they all had in this wretched digital prison. Still…Mari had no regrets. She would have crumbled, and broken completely if she hadn’t.

Mari sat, wearing a thick towel wrapped around her torso in a hot spring. The day had shifted to evening - and the sun shone through falling red maple leaves, its rays sparkling across the dancing waters. Now having fully washed - she was no longer covered in grime, and her hair no longer a tousled mess of twigs and debris. Mari’s face was shiny, clean, although her eyes were still tired. Puffy. How much had she sat here? Crying alone in the onsen? Letting her tears trickle down her face? Enough for there to be no more sorrow. She had her reprieve to be her vulnerable self - to relish in the pain and relief of freedom.

Oh how Mari missed this; her lips parted as she exhaled. Thankful for being able to stay in Baldur's estate; even if it were just to use the shared hot springs. Were…these even part of his estate? She wasn’t sure. Frankly - Mari didn’t care. She was clean, she was warm. She shut her eyes. Relishing in the warmth of the water - steam rising as the gentle ebb of the current seeped away at the weariness in her muscles.

The warmth of the setting sun - the gentle coolness of the breeze as it tickled her exposed skin.

“I needed this…” She whispered to herself.




@Macradon

Edited 5 hours ago by Mari