The pain from having witnessed what I did, from knowing that my papa was gone, it made my chest sear in a pain that I thought would send me to my belly. Almost, I did. Almost I gave up and just laid down there in front of the den that might be my parents as I cried for them. As I cried because I suddenly realize this world was NOT fair and NOT kind. Nothing like the joyous occasion I had had as Enderly escorted me around on a travelling experience. I wish I could turn back time and tell him that I didn't want adventure. That I was content to stay here with my two papas and my mother and my myriad siblings.
But time doesn't work like that. Memory and choice, either.
Suddenly through my mist of tears I see a white vision dancing before me and blink rapidly, sending big fat tears rolling down my wet face, the sting in my eye already a well-familiar pain. My baby! Her voice makes my whine increase shrilly, my tears becomign more rapid, my lungs expanding and contracting on sobs and gasps. Where is Enderly? That mere question makes me sob loudly, great hiccuping gasps. I see Andriel, as much as I can see with my blurry and pained eyes, but he looks scared.
"He-h-h-h-ee...." I stutter, trying to get it past my lips. Past my seizing lungs. It seems somewhat unfair that she should not already know. I feel like it has been forever already... that she should know. Suddenly Nord appears and his gasp makes me tremble, whimpering as his nose brushes across my pained brow and eye, yelping at the touch against the wounds on my shoulder. The moment his tongue washes across my back I collapse in a heap. It is perhaps the fear in Rurik's voice that finally breaks through. That, or exhaustion, which slows my gasps.
"They killed him, papa," I whisper up NordThe pain from having witnessed what I did, from knowing that my papa was gone, it made my chest sear in a pain that I thought would send me to my belly. Almost, I did. Almost I gave up and just laid down there in front of the den that might be my parents as I cried for them. As I cried because I suddenly realize this world was NOT fair and NOT kind. Nothing like the joyous occasion I had had as Enderly escorted me around on a traveling experience. I wish I could turn back time and tell him that I didn't want adventure. That I was content to stay here with my two papas and my mother and my myriad siblings.
But time doesn't work like that. Memory and choice, either.
Suddenly through my mist of tears I see a white vision dancing before me and blink rapidly, sending big fat tears rolling down my wet face, the sting in my eye already a well-familiar pain. My baby! Her voice makes my whine increase shrilly, my tears becoming more rapid, my lungs expanding and contracting on sobs and gasps. Where is Enderly? That mere question makes me sob loudly, great hiccuping gasps. I see Andriel, as much as I can see with my blurry and pained eyes, but he looks scared.
"He-h-h-h-ee...." I stutter, trying to get it past my lips. Past my seizing lungs. It seems somewhat unfair that she should not already know. I feel like it has been forever already... that she should know. Suddenly Nord appears and his gasp makes me tremble, whimpering as his nose brushes across my pained brow and eye, yelping at the touch against the wounds on my shoulder. The moment his tongue washes across my back I collapse in a heap. It is perhaps the fear in Rurik's voice that finally breaks through. That, or exhaustion, which slows my gasps.
"They killed him, papa," I whisper up Nord, eyes pinned and squinting at Rurik. Then I turn my head to look at my mother, a hurt look on my face. "She threw him down and... and... and..." I couldn't say more, my heart squeezing, my eyes closing as Nord's tongue washes across the wound while I flinch sporadically at the pain. , eyes pinned and squinting at Rurik. Then I turn my head to look at my mother, a hurt look on my face. "She threw him down and... and... and..." I couldn't say more, my heart squeezing, my eyes closing as Nord's tongue washes across the wound while I flinch sporadically at the pain.