10-18-2018, 06:13 PM
There wasn’t much for her to say.
So she didn’t.
Leilan’s touch had been some type of reassurance, and she had only been somewhat aware to the fact that he had even done so. It didn’t move her, didn’t phase her. The rigidity of her posture rooted her to the graying soil, bound by the concreteness of duty above anything else in that moment. It was a minute thing, but it was something. Something very solid and absolute and final in the chaos of her other spiraling thoughts and ignored emotions. Like the eye of a hurricane or the lone ancient pine standing unwavering through a storm, Breckin clung to the only pillar she knew that stood firm in times of uncertainty—her responsibilities.
Her responsibilities to her home, her residents, the only family she had really known. But not herself. No, that was less important than the others. One day maybe, but not now.
Nalia’s distant voice called her back, blinking away the blurred edges of her vision caused by her unfocused staring. Her expression quizzical, her face turns towards the filly, trying to remember the girl’s question she’d already forgotten. Dark lips part readying to ask her to repeat her question, but the words die on her tongue, her attention being pulled back towards the conversation between Leilan and Roseen and the silver dusted colt attempting to stand.
She’d heard them say they both planned on staying in Nerine, that they’d both never hurt their son, that they both wanted little Thorgal to become something better than Leilan had. But that was where the agreements appeared to deviate, the sooty mare was unwilling to allow Leilan the title of Thorgal’s father and Leilan practically denied idea no sooner than Roseen had proclaimed it.
Her roan stallion’s posture suggests tension, and Leilan was nothing if not passionate in all that he does. Through hurt and anger and love and everything else, he does it all with such an intensity thats hard to ignore. It was strange this time, to not be on the receiving side of his heated words, her memory briefly lapsing into recall of their encounter in the Forest.
The Leviathan leader stood idly by, listening and watching, brow weaving together in a neutral concentration and waiting for some terms of agreement between the new parents if there would be any at all. For now, she finds shallow contentment in keeping guard, waiting to intervene if things should suddenly turn sour. But whether she agreed or disagreed with either of their arguments, it didn’t matter, and she doesn’t allow herself the time to think upon it.
@[Roseen] @[Nalia] @[Leilan]
So she didn’t.
Leilan’s touch had been some type of reassurance, and she had only been somewhat aware to the fact that he had even done so. It didn’t move her, didn’t phase her. The rigidity of her posture rooted her to the graying soil, bound by the concreteness of duty above anything else in that moment. It was a minute thing, but it was something. Something very solid and absolute and final in the chaos of her other spiraling thoughts and ignored emotions. Like the eye of a hurricane or the lone ancient pine standing unwavering through a storm, Breckin clung to the only pillar she knew that stood firm in times of uncertainty—her responsibilities.
Her responsibilities to her home, her residents, the only family she had really known. But not herself. No, that was less important than the others. One day maybe, but not now.
Nalia’s distant voice called her back, blinking away the blurred edges of her vision caused by her unfocused staring. Her expression quizzical, her face turns towards the filly, trying to remember the girl’s question she’d already forgotten. Dark lips part readying to ask her to repeat her question, but the words die on her tongue, her attention being pulled back towards the conversation between Leilan and Roseen and the silver dusted colt attempting to stand.
She’d heard them say they both planned on staying in Nerine, that they’d both never hurt their son, that they both wanted little Thorgal to become something better than Leilan had. But that was where the agreements appeared to deviate, the sooty mare was unwilling to allow Leilan the title of Thorgal’s father and Leilan practically denied idea no sooner than Roseen had proclaimed it.
Her roan stallion’s posture suggests tension, and Leilan was nothing if not passionate in all that he does. Through hurt and anger and love and everything else, he does it all with such an intensity thats hard to ignore. It was strange this time, to not be on the receiving side of his heated words, her memory briefly lapsing into recall of their encounter in the Forest.
The Leviathan leader stood idly by, listening and watching, brow weaving together in a neutral concentration and waiting for some terms of agreement between the new parents if there would be any at all. For now, she finds shallow contentment in keeping guard, waiting to intervene if things should suddenly turn sour. But whether she agreed or disagreed with either of their arguments, it didn’t matter, and she doesn’t allow herself the time to think upon it.
@[Roseen] @[Nalia] @[Leilan]