my heart is just very warm. with how laudna came back. With Laudna coming back mostly un-breathing. With Laudna coming back just right. (A little fucked up.) With dark memories and bad memories being overwritten by sun and color and light and new growth. You do not erase, the old memories, the bad things, the awful. But you overwrite it.
Laudna, cheek against the tree that loomed over so much of her past, and, its warm. Its sorry. Its magnificent. Laudna, embracing the tree, letting the warmth overtake the cold, the wind and laughter drown out the creaking and swinging ropes. Kids screaming with laughter instead of with fear. Laudna, embodying the tree, every inch of that usual horror creeping through her veins, except when she calls it forward this time- the mourning veil (Delilah's mourning veil), crumbles away.
The tree- not just any tree, this tree, the tree. Seeps into its place.
(And trees represent so much! Trees as regrowth, rebirth, as wisdom and endurance and roots that can choke out life and cast shade, that soak in sun, that creep like fingers, that can contain toxins and blight and ruin. That can kill. And that can nurture life, represent it. That recover and regrow, and endure, and. Grow. They grow, they change with the seasons. They are so very alive. Even after they die, crawling with bugs and organisms and potential. They're alive.)
Her form of dread takes on the elements of the tree. Still a form of dread. The form is hers. The dread is not, not anymore. (But it's under her control).
Laudna came back a little wrong, maybe, but that's how they loved her. That's how she loved herself.
She is still scary. She is fun scary. But she's still scary. Isn't that wonderful?
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