“Scorch,” she whispered, head still pressed firmly into the cliffside as if her body alone were the the only thing keeping the jagged wall from collapsing. Rocky debris littered her ivory mane, unwilling to move away even as the force of the bald mare’s power met with the unyielding rockface. It had groaned in protest, and still it hadn’t been enough to dislodge the leopard woman. The pattering of stones upon the broad of her back went largely unnoticed. It’s possible, she could have deflected the unintentional blows—who knows?--but at that moment she had been simply unbothered.
Inexplicably, she had sensed her company before could recognize who it had been. Where her own sadness and confusion had been before, Breckin could nearly tangibly taste the shift of emotions baring down upon her. There was confusion yet still, and sadness even, but there was also concern and disappointment that were not her own, or at least she didn’t think so. However would she manage the empathic echoes Tir had granted her with. Surely there had to be a way to control it.
There is news. But you are not well.
She wanted to sigh, but found her eyes closing tightly instead, at least for the briefest of moments. Breckin’s voice is thickly hoarse with strained emotions when she is able to find it at last, ”I’m well enough to hear kingdom business.” Pretty words and pretty lies once again, only difference this time was that she was lying to herself and she was well aware of it. Snuff out the pain and choke it down, this is no longer the time for self-pity and loathing. Calling on the deepest parts of her reserves, she regains her poise, releasing her hold on the cliffside and raising her head upright.
With a steely gaze, her deepening eyes search for her mentor’s, somewhat reluctant meet with the vibrant eyes that bore so much resemblance to Leilan’s; eyes that had held so much pain and anger the last time she had looked into them. But she finds the wizened Amazon’s vivid eyes all the same, meeting them evenly as she turns to face her directly.
"What can I do to be of service?"
And standing there, awaiting to hear what news could warrant Scorch's last words of promise, she is the epitome of false composure.
@[Scorch]
Inexplicably, she had sensed her company before could recognize who it had been. Where her own sadness and confusion had been before, Breckin could nearly tangibly taste the shift of emotions baring down upon her. There was confusion yet still, and sadness even, but there was also concern and disappointment that were not her own, or at least she didn’t think so. However would she manage the empathic echoes Tir had granted her with. Surely there had to be a way to control it.
There is news. But you are not well.
She wanted to sigh, but found her eyes closing tightly instead, at least for the briefest of moments. Breckin’s voice is thickly hoarse with strained emotions when she is able to find it at last, ”I’m well enough to hear kingdom business.” Pretty words and pretty lies once again, only difference this time was that she was lying to herself and she was well aware of it. Snuff out the pain and choke it down, this is no longer the time for self-pity and loathing. Calling on the deepest parts of her reserves, she regains her poise, releasing her hold on the cliffside and raising her head upright.
With a steely gaze, her deepening eyes search for her mentor’s, somewhat reluctant meet with the vibrant eyes that bore so much resemblance to Leilan’s; eyes that had held so much pain and anger the last time she had looked into them. But she finds the wizened Amazon’s vivid eyes all the same, meeting them evenly as she turns to face her directly.
"What can I do to be of service?"
And standing there, awaiting to hear what news could warrant Scorch's last words of promise, she is the epitome of false composure.
@[Scorch]