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Posted on August 20, 2014 at 02:25:55 AM by birch && torram
Torram's mouth drifted open, no doubt in another attempt to provide some sort of half-hearted wisdom Sperantia would tear apart with that keen mind of hers, but Birch stopped him with a mere look. She could see what the others couldn't, that inside Sperantia a world was unfolding. A world that she wasn't happy about in the least, if her previous comments were considered. Though none of them could read her mind, it wasn't hard for Birch to imagine at least a tiny portion of the cat's thoughts. How would she feel, to know that she was permanently bound to someone she did not remember? In a far lesser sense, Birch had experienced something somewhat similar: as a Fyren, her fate had been twined together with another's, someone she had never met and perhaps never would. But she was still her own person, with her own life. To be a familiar... It was special, yes, and vital, but she could see how not everyone would be pleased by this calling. Rochambeau loved it, loved the bond that connected him forever to "his" Birch, but even Minerva had struggled with her new status for a time. Not that the bratty owl would dare admit it, especially to the cat.
Finally, the silence grew more taut and Sperantia, at last, replied. Her voice wavered with uncertainty and Birch's heart ached for her. Before anyone could reply, Sperantia escaped the room and hurried for the kitchen. Torram and Birch both rose, but Birch stopped him with a small wave of her hand. "It might be easier without... you know," Birch said, flicking an eyebrow and sliding her gaze to the bird. "I'm not stupid, you know, I can see that look," Minerva huffed unpleasantly, but Torram nodded and carried her off to his room. He knew Birch would tell him whatever he needed to know later, and he was rather tired. Reducing Sperantia's stress by taking away such an antagonistic presence was the least he could do. Though Ro would have probably liked nothing more than to nestle down into the blankets and let Birch deal with the scary feline, he made no protest as she carried him down the stairs with her. Setting the otter on the floor, Birch took a seat in one of the kitchen chairs. Ro skittered off, the occasional clunk indicating he'd gotten into his box of toys again. "The details are a bit hazy," Birch admitted. "From what I've heard, Mallos, Lorraine, and Tsi confronted Tsi's... They're saying it's his familiar but it wasn't like anything I've ever seen before." Birch shuddered at the memory. "It killed them and... you... The others were able to bring you back before their magic was lost, but it wasn't enough to heal them fully. We'd only heard news of the revived gods even moving in the last week or so. The ancient creature broke through the dome, and it - whatever it is - has interrupted... everything magic. Even the fairy-familiar connection was damaged. It's still there, but not the same as it once was." Rochambeau skittered back into the room at this and stopped a few feet away from Sperantia. There, he dropped a bright silver ball about the size of a human thumb and backed away. Clearly, he'd decided Sperantia really needed a shiny toy to cheer her up. He watched her, still a little nervous, but obviously wanting her to feel better. |
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- why don't you and i - By sperantia August 27, 2014 at 01:03:41 PM
- only need the light when it's burning low - By torram & birch September 12, 2014 at 00:00:52 AM
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