PAIN IN MY CHEST / typhoon leader

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

Tired would be one way to describe the female at the moment.

She was aimless in her search at this point, just desperately looking to find her son. It was her fault he'd gotten out - she refused any of her children to help look. They needed to stay home, stay together, stay safe. And it wasn't their burden to bear. She was supposed to be better than this, but Sam's death had affected them all. She couldn't lose anyone else, though, she couldn't dare let another one go. Please, Gods, just let her have her family. Just let her have this. It was never that easy, though.

And so she flies, having already looked around Tanglewood and Elysium, she is growing closer to the Pitt, but she can scent what seems to be border markers. She knew of smaller groups residing within the territories surrounding the three main, larger groups in the mainland. It was sandy here. Perhaps, if she was lucky, she could find something out from these individuals. The tigress lands quietly, walking around, eyes shifting about in an attempt to find anything, anyone. She just wanted her son.

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[i][b]whose side are you on? [color=#008ab5]what side is this anyway?
put  down  your  sword  and  crown,
come  lay  with  me  on  the  ground.
you come beating like moth's wings, spastic and violently,
whipping me into a storm shaking me down to the core.