11-04-2018, 05:22 PM
Whatever fear she had, whatever hesitation: it is gone- flown off and free.
There is, instead, a silent rage: a bizarre and strained anger that barely keeps itself from tearing through her and overwhelming her mind. Stubborn and in disbelief she huffs, looking to Scorch and balks with wide eyes and her jaw slacking as she sees Leilan leave.
It is not abandonment for herself she feels, no, but rather she feels a strange sense of anguish and frustration at the thought of leaving Nerine: at the idea of abandoning the very place they come to rest after the Jungles had been lost to flood, to the fires- and to the ever changing face of Beqanna.
“I can’t leave, I can’t.” she states to Scorch: purposeful and deep, her head lifting and curling back as she arches the slender neck.
With the same burning passions and ferocity that she possessed a fearless child, there is a blossoming and an awakening of something in her that rouses a severity in the very fabrics of her being. “Someone has to stay here and safeguard Nerine. We fled the Jungles before, and we came here- it’s our home, and we can’t leave it just because of this. Some people may not make the swim, they may not survive- and even if there is sickness…”
She trails off, steps back and looks around with a brilliance in those hazel-green eyes that has always been there.
“I will remain to help shelter Nerine and those who come, those who stay. I can do this, they will need it: please Mother, please go to safety.” she asks, but, silently it is more of a command- her ears pressing back and posture shifting as she roots herself and stands.
@[Scorch] & @[Leilan]
There is, instead, a silent rage: a bizarre and strained anger that barely keeps itself from tearing through her and overwhelming her mind. Stubborn and in disbelief she huffs, looking to Scorch and balks with wide eyes and her jaw slacking as she sees Leilan leave.
It is not abandonment for herself she feels, no, but rather she feels a strange sense of anguish and frustration at the thought of leaving Nerine: at the idea of abandoning the very place they come to rest after the Jungles had been lost to flood, to the fires- and to the ever changing face of Beqanna.
“I can’t leave, I can’t.” she states to Scorch: purposeful and deep, her head lifting and curling back as she arches the slender neck.
With the same burning passions and ferocity that she possessed a fearless child, there is a blossoming and an awakening of something in her that rouses a severity in the very fabrics of her being. “Someone has to stay here and safeguard Nerine. We fled the Jungles before, and we came here- it’s our home, and we can’t leave it just because of this. Some people may not make the swim, they may not survive- and even if there is sickness…”
She trails off, steps back and looks around with a brilliance in those hazel-green eyes that has always been there.
“I will remain to help shelter Nerine and those who come, those who stay. I can do this, they will need it: please Mother, please go to safety.” she asks, but, silently it is more of a command- her ears pressing back and posture shifting as she roots herself and stands.
@[Scorch] & @[Leilan]