Wakefulness Corinda (third person)

...As the sleepy fog cleared from her eyes, she found herself in a glade surrounded by the beautiful faces and auras of glamour that only the nymphs could possess and see.  She was certain, that this had to be a dream, she'd seen so few nymphs since she returned home to the Seven Isles.  But it was the sweet smell of (blossoms) that filled her mind, and stirred her to accept the reality.

Even though her drowsy mind could not accept how, or why she woke up in a place different to where she fell to sleep, in the heavy arms of her barrel chested-larger than life beloved, but she knew where she was; Kýpros.

With one of the maps she made herself, and a pocket full of gold from his father. Avry had paid his way back to the island where his father was born,  where nymphs were plentiful, and their lore of plants and minerals and their healing properties were rich.  It was the nymphs that nursed her out of her coma, and restored glamour inside of her that returned the bark-like patterns to her skin, and the branch like kinks and twists to her hair that had fallen flat over the years.

She knew in her heart that Eacen --more than anyone-- would love to see Kýpros again, so there must have been a good reason for him not to accompany her himself.  Of course, he had a sister, and a daughter too small for travel to care for.  There was a community, he felt a part of and could not abandon.

Kýpros may have been Eacen's home, but Corinda realized that the land she ran to looking for fellow nymphs, and fell in love with the man she would start her family with; it was her home too.  The proof was in the fact that much like being away from Seven Isles weakened due to the distance from her tree, and her family.

But she had clearly been defenseless from the changing of seasons, and the lack of presence of nymphs.  The temperate climate and special magic of the island held some form of renewal for her, too.  And she wondered, at times, if this was where her father was from, and if he had the restless traveling spirit that she and Avry possessed.  Maybe her link to Kýpros was more than just one of romance, and sisterhood.

In any event, it did not matter now.  She was awake, and invigorated and it was time to go where her heart was, to her family she had missed, even as she slept.  It would be hard to leave the now serene lands of Kýpros, but it was harder, to be away from her home, it was her Alpha and Omega.

Snippet of an unfolding tale (Third Person IC == Corinda)

...It didn’t happen every year, but in the harsh winters, sometimes, mother would not wake, even as her breath rose and fell in a steady but slow rhythm. There was no sign, no warning, least of all for the Meliad who simply thought herself to be lying down for the night.

Some seasons, she avoided the long slow sleep, by taking on the Centaur form her sister blessed her with, but by the time she did so this year, the color of her skin shouldhave hinted, that it might have been too late.

But of all things this family had, the most abundant thing they had was hope in all things. In this case, there was hope they caught it in time.

The next morning, the father looked at his son, and they knew what must be done. So the budding young sailor Avry took his mother Corinda to a special place to hibernate. Where her sleep would be hastened by warmer winds, and left his father behind with his sister, knowing the two of them could look after one another, even if one may still be too small to understand...

... and the story goes on.

(The less fictional explaination can befound one post below, or here.)

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