07-27-2024, 06:54 AM
‘I’m afraid I haven’t seen Demi since our parents’ deaths.’
Ruhr had known only that the sisters were separated, and at the news that Demi’s parents had died together, and that the event had ben a catalyst for years of separation, his feathered brow lifts in surprise. The tale, though sad, is a distraction from his own upsetting thoughts, if only because he knows how swiftly this sadness might change.
And it does, brightening to joy in the kelpie’s face as she finally understands what it is that Ruhr knows, why he had done a double take at realizing exactly who she was. He does not answer Deiti’s excited questions aloud, but rather nods softly, the edges of his lips turning up in a faint smile as she turns back to the sea as if to search.
Ruhr toward the Moon, asking Her to hasten the search. In answer, the water begins to ripple, and Ruhr’s faith is soothed, at least for the time being.
Demi emerges, wearing the same shape she had at their separation, and transforms into an owl in the open air. As fascinated by her ability as ever, Ruhr watches with a pleased smile as the owl becomes a red and white mare, who trots forward to embrace the dark kelpie. He can see the family resemblance, even with their differing colors.
Had the Moon chosen them both? They are both gifted, far beyond what Ruhr might have imagined. And what of the third sister? The possibility - and the power - intrigues him, enough that when Deiti teases that he had been getting in touch with his Baltian ancestors, he does not bristle. He had started the joke, after all, thinking that it was clear he had no drop of water in his bloodline. But Deiti is of this world, not of his own, and her reminds himself that she does not mean the words as an insult.
“I don’t,” he replies, “I was only joking with your sister.” The inclination to add a barb about water dwellers is there on the edge of his tongue, the product of a culture he cannot entirely shake even when in a new world. But it remains unspoken, a testament to his will and to the presence of a non-Baltian creature of the sea.
‘How did you find her?’ she asks, and it is as natural as what he had just held back to answer: “The Moon.”
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Deiti @Demi
Ruhr had known only that the sisters were separated, and at the news that Demi’s parents had died together, and that the event had ben a catalyst for years of separation, his feathered brow lifts in surprise. The tale, though sad, is a distraction from his own upsetting thoughts, if only because he knows how swiftly this sadness might change.
And it does, brightening to joy in the kelpie’s face as she finally understands what it is that Ruhr knows, why he had done a double take at realizing exactly who she was. He does not answer Deiti’s excited questions aloud, but rather nods softly, the edges of his lips turning up in a faint smile as she turns back to the sea as if to search.
Ruhr toward the Moon, asking Her to hasten the search. In answer, the water begins to ripple, and Ruhr’s faith is soothed, at least for the time being.
Demi emerges, wearing the same shape she had at their separation, and transforms into an owl in the open air. As fascinated by her ability as ever, Ruhr watches with a pleased smile as the owl becomes a red and white mare, who trots forward to embrace the dark kelpie. He can see the family resemblance, even with their differing colors.
Had the Moon chosen them both? They are both gifted, far beyond what Ruhr might have imagined. And what of the third sister? The possibility - and the power - intrigues him, enough that when Deiti teases that he had been getting in touch with his Baltian ancestors, he does not bristle. He had started the joke, after all, thinking that it was clear he had no drop of water in his bloodline. But Deiti is of this world, not of his own, and her reminds himself that she does not mean the words as an insult.
“I don’t,” he replies, “I was only joking with your sister.” The inclination to add a barb about water dwellers is there on the edge of his tongue, the product of a culture he cannot entirely shake even when in a new world. But it remains unspoken, a testament to his will and to the presence of a non-Baltian creature of the sea.
‘How did you find her?’ she asks, and it is as natural as what he had just held back to answer: “The Moon.”
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Deiti @Demi