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Jun. 28th, 2020 05:58 pmThey'd done it. They'd really done it.
The war was over, Etheria was safe, and most important Catra had Adora. After all the pain and hurt they had each other. More importantly they had a future, a whole unplanned, amazing future laid out in front of them where they could go where they wished and be who they wanted. Of course, before that future, there was going to be a party. All of the princesses and what seemed like hundreds (thousands?) more people had crammed into Bright Moon for a raucous celebration of victory and peace.
People said she was a hero, that she had helped save Etheria, that she had made good for her past wrongs in this shining victory and the help she had provided She-Ra. There was food, music, speeches, singing. All of it meant to let loose the years of pent up fear and anxiety that the war had forced on the people of Etheria. Being surrounded by so many happy faces had been brilliant. At first, it had been good. It had been nice. Gradually, though, the luster of being the hero started to wear away as she found herself thrust in front of more and more people she didn't know, as she was torn away from the side of Adora and her new friends to be paraded as an example of what someone could do if they just turned their life around. As the night grew later, Catra could feel her patience grinding down as surely as if it were a blade against the grindstone.
Soon, the noise, the talking, all of was beginning to grind on her, forcing its way into her ears no matter how much Catra tried to block it out or ignore it. Worst of all was the attention, the way people kept trying to congratulate her or tell her how much she'd done or how grateful they were. She had been trying to speak to Scorpia, trying to make up for lost time but the surrounding conversations were forcing their way into her head, running roughshod over the words of others. As Scorpia was describing some sort of underwater soiree, another random person was trying to talk to her about how amazed they were by her change of heart and it just went to show..
Catra pressed her hands against her ears, her drink left on some nearby table. Mumbling excuses, she shoved out of the ring of chattering partygoers and looked around for Adora--
There, talking with Glimmer and Micah and some other hangers-on, which meant she was probably busy. Catra growled under her breath as she met Adora's eyes, then made a direct line for the nearest doorway to stumble out into the night air, where there was relative peace. She stood outlined in the light from the party which spilled out onto the patio for a moment, then took a running leap down the stairs and hurried out into the gardens.
Maybe she could find some peace out here. Some solitude. Some distance.
The war was over, Etheria was safe, and most important Catra had Adora. After all the pain and hurt they had each other. More importantly they had a future, a whole unplanned, amazing future laid out in front of them where they could go where they wished and be who they wanted. Of course, before that future, there was going to be a party. All of the princesses and what seemed like hundreds (thousands?) more people had crammed into Bright Moon for a raucous celebration of victory and peace.
People said she was a hero, that she had helped save Etheria, that she had made good for her past wrongs in this shining victory and the help she had provided She-Ra. There was food, music, speeches, singing. All of it meant to let loose the years of pent up fear and anxiety that the war had forced on the people of Etheria. Being surrounded by so many happy faces had been brilliant. At first, it had been good. It had been nice. Gradually, though, the luster of being the hero started to wear away as she found herself thrust in front of more and more people she didn't know, as she was torn away from the side of Adora and her new friends to be paraded as an example of what someone could do if they just turned their life around. As the night grew later, Catra could feel her patience grinding down as surely as if it were a blade against the grindstone.
Soon, the noise, the talking, all of was beginning to grind on her, forcing its way into her ears no matter how much Catra tried to block it out or ignore it. Worst of all was the attention, the way people kept trying to congratulate her or tell her how much she'd done or how grateful they were. She had been trying to speak to Scorpia, trying to make up for lost time but the surrounding conversations were forcing their way into her head, running roughshod over the words of others. As Scorpia was describing some sort of underwater soiree, another random person was trying to talk to her about how amazed they were by her change of heart and it just went to show..
Catra pressed her hands against her ears, her drink left on some nearby table. Mumbling excuses, she shoved out of the ring of chattering partygoers and looked around for Adora--
There, talking with Glimmer and Micah and some other hangers-on, which meant she was probably busy. Catra growled under her breath as she met Adora's eyes, then made a direct line for the nearest doorway to stumble out into the night air, where there was relative peace. She stood outlined in the light from the party which spilled out onto the patio for a moment, then took a running leap down the stairs and hurried out into the gardens.
Maybe she could find some peace out here. Some solitude. Some distance.
