the dryad's story 2

memories of the mind

-memories of the mind-❁

-Internal solo of the past-

Such a time has passed her by. She hardly seen the outer part of the "civilized" world until she had finally decided to leave her willow form. Eons, centuries in fact, she had spent her time beside that babbling brook turned into a stream. She remembers fondly how that waterway was just a tiny little trickle. How over time, it slowly grew larger, wider; until it was the stream it was when she had left.
How long ago was that? Charis could only begin to fathom how long she had been trapped in that pit of Malavore. Such deep seeded darkness that place was. It was almost like a void, absorbing any and all light that may have dared to enter inside. An eternal extinguisher of light.
Along her now traveling strolls after finding she would need to go out on her own, before that time of Malavore and his pit, she had found a similar streambed to sit beside and indulge in for a spell. The tranquility of such places, made her long for times she could just go back to her willow shape and forget why she even wanted to be humanoid in the first place.

{Love- a strange this that emotion was. A dryad should not be allowed such a feeling. Yet, here she was, in search of one she thought loved her in return}

She had to keep pressing on. She needed to find out. So she spent her day thinking on it all by the stream, before she headed off back on her task. Only, after a short while that had failed her. She didn't even remember when Malavore had found her, only that before long, all was black around her. Such dreams took over her mind when she did not think they would.

{Could she be forming more human staying in this form as time passed on?}

Such strange emotions was not always like her. Only time has made her grow to be such a way. She was not exactly sure on if she liked these feelings yet.

Now, all that time has been behind her. Malavore trapping her. Sending her off on his mission. Even her own "death" only as a tree spirit, one never truly "dies" for life circles back around. She was "planted" in time and was allowed to connect with the mother once more. Rebirthed and grown back in her full splendor of her willow branches.

{She was free once again}

The humans took off and left her in her peace. For that, she was thankful of the blessing to be alone. Her heart broken and alone at the news of Victor not remembering her at all.

{Never it any mind- such a love was not meant to be}

{But could such a love really exist? Could she find one? Was she meant to have one such a love to be hers?}

She soon took her humanoid form again and set about in her travels. Only this time to explore what she might find more about a few new things. These were just memories that floated now about her mind. She paid them very little mind when they surfaced these days.

{Perhaps she should have been doing better at such a thing these days?}

Such things floated as she dreamt from time to time.-