#poor meg

"ᵂᴴᴬᵀ ᴴᴬⱽᴱ ᵂᴱ ᴳᴼᵀ ᴴᴱᴿᴱ?"

❝ GUH ━━ ! ❞ Okay, this whole manhandling her thing has GOT to stop. She's struggling, pushing against his hand, wildly, trying to escape his grip. UGH, HE'S REALLY GOT A HOLD OF HER! When he speaks, his voice BOOMS in her ears, and she grimaces; yeesh. Mannerless boar in every sense of the word!

One thing she now kept most treasured was a braided bunch of sweet grass. The dried grass smelled as sweet as it's name and immediately made her feel calm. Looking at it gave her thoughts of soft patches in fields of it. When she took in it's scent she, for a moment at least, felt at peace and could almost feel the embrace of her aunty.

She didn't want to light it and smudge yet, not wanting to run out of it too quickly. But after a while she really felt that she needed a cleanse and desperately wanted to smell it's smoke and feel at home again. On a day of complete exhaustion she collapsed with it to the floor. Lighting the ends just enough with a torch she blew on it so it lightly smoked. She stared as the grey light wisps trailed around dancing on the air.

Whispering a prayer to herself she thought of her kokum who taught her the words as best she could. Sweeping the smoke over her body and face in cleansing motions with her hands she exhaled slowly and tried to let go of all negative thoughts.

Pausing with her eyes closed the smell all around her made it feel like even for a moment that maybe she would open her eyes and see her cousins waiting for her to go get groceries for a feast the next day laughing and asking why she was being so slow. Tears pricked her eyes as she knew deep down they would never be again.

Gripping her robes in a fist sadly she tried to push the painful feeling away. Speaking to herself softly and deeply hoping that even far off in another realm the Great Spirit could hear her.

"Creator. Please take care of their spirits. Take them from him and keep them safe."

She sniffed wishing with all her heart that they would do as she asked,

"I don't care if I'm here forever. Please take them home."

The tears started to come down her cheeks and she tried as hard as she could to center on the feeling deep inside her. That her ancestors were watching. That they were beside her and if she listened hard enough she could feel them like a drum beat telling her everything would be okay.

Even after all the Sorcerers cruelty she still felt this hope. He would never understand her 'savage' ways and she preferred it that way, he would never take it seriously or try to stop it. As long as she held onto her connection with them all that was always within her it would be okay. At least they would be with her even if just in dreams.