09-04-2016, 09:24 PM
No one came looking for her. Most of the others looked for someone they knew—it was the first they did when they came down from the mountain. But, she didn't have to; she knew there was no one looking for her except maybe her son. Maybe she should be looking for him right now—she loved him, truthfully, but right now she couldn't find herself able to move from where she stood on the outskirts.
Rome would be safe.
She knew that.
Lucrezia stands there silently, nutmeg eyes just watching the multitude of others finding loved ones or talking to strangers. It felt comforting to see others helping strangers—eventually all of them would forget this little selfless act. It was hard to imagine if any of them would change from their ways. This second chance was a gift, but to some it would only be the cause for vengeance.
She doesn't even notice the spotted stallion too. Not until her name is called twice does she look at him. Her eyes widen in disbelief at seeing Kreios. She knows it has been years since she last saw him (before she fled away with Rome). “Kreios-“ she whispers, “I-I’m so glad to see you too.”
When he drapes his large neck over hers, she pulls into his hug. The warmth of his skin is comforting; especially in this moment of loneliness she has felt coming down from the mountain. She had felt loss for words and emotionless for days before everything had disappeared—and find her home was flooded.
“How are you?” She asks, pulling away from his hug. She cannot mingle in his embrace for too long. Guilt weighs her down heavily, carried on her shoulders these past months for leaving the Deserts, her friends, family—and most of all Kreios. Her nutmeg eyes look into the gentle giant’s own eyes.
Rome would be safe.
She knew that.
Lucrezia stands there silently, nutmeg eyes just watching the multitude of others finding loved ones or talking to strangers. It felt comforting to see others helping strangers—eventually all of them would forget this little selfless act. It was hard to imagine if any of them would change from their ways. This second chance was a gift, but to some it would only be the cause for vengeance.
She doesn't even notice the spotted stallion too. Not until her name is called twice does she look at him. Her eyes widen in disbelief at seeing Kreios. She knows it has been years since she last saw him (before she fled away with Rome). “Kreios-“ she whispers, “I-I’m so glad to see you too.”
When he drapes his large neck over hers, she pulls into his hug. The warmth of his skin is comforting; especially in this moment of loneliness she has felt coming down from the mountain. She had felt loss for words and emotionless for days before everything had disappeared—and find her home was flooded.
“How are you?” She asks, pulling away from his hug. She cannot mingle in his embrace for too long. Guilt weighs her down heavily, carried on her shoulders these past months for leaving the Deserts, her friends, family—and most of all Kreios. Her nutmeg eyes look into the gentle giant’s own eyes.
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