11-04-2018, 08:27 PM
She listens, she waits: and most of all, she finds in herself a sudden certainty growing that stretches through and around- all the way into the fiber of her being. Sarkis is powerless, not gifted nor specialized like Scorch and Leilan… not like her other siblings, and she knows that; but, she does not consider this a flaw nor an issue- and she knows only in that moment that for the first time in what seems to be hours… there is comfort in her skin, in her body. She stretches but allows her gaze to fall to Scorch, to Blue- even Leilan in his goodbye.
“Khaleesi.” she speaks, embracing title and ancient word with some manner of affection. Gentle as she was there as still fire and a draconic aspect to how she suddenly inhaled and drew herself up with growing confidence.
She listens to Scorch, ot her mother, and she recalls these truth with fondness and with the same respect obeyed to any. Crossing a foreleg in front of the other she remains postured and thinking, mulling over the truths and words- the whispers of Gods and Fairies, or Spirits and entities she cannot even name.
Sarkis clicks her tongue over the back of her teeth.
“I-” she begins to say, almost considering what excuse she might try to reason in this moment but it falls apart and instead she continues with a sigh. “I remember, it is just concern… I don’t know where to begin but it seems reasonable to patrol the borders for now. I just can’t go- it feels wrong. Helping whose sick, yes, that’s fine; but abandoning our home? I understand we want to have safety… to make it so people can stay uninfected in the Cove. This is all just madness.” she pauses.
Elongated and drawn out she thinks, considers, and imagines the laugh God-Mage and his maddened form. “Carnage, Pangea… we could blame them all we want but, in the end Beqanna has always done this. Change and chaos, something drastic followed by rebuilding. It’s just the nature of where we are.”
Reality in her mind is mutable and bizarre, time strained and she thinks back to the world and its endless versions. “We’re going to need to prepare too, if there are upstarts trying to settle and find claim… hm.”
“Khaleesi.” she speaks, embracing title and ancient word with some manner of affection. Gentle as she was there as still fire and a draconic aspect to how she suddenly inhaled and drew herself up with growing confidence.
She listens to Scorch, ot her mother, and she recalls these truth with fondness and with the same respect obeyed to any. Crossing a foreleg in front of the other she remains postured and thinking, mulling over the truths and words- the whispers of Gods and Fairies, or Spirits and entities she cannot even name.
Sarkis clicks her tongue over the back of her teeth.
“I-” she begins to say, almost considering what excuse she might try to reason in this moment but it falls apart and instead she continues with a sigh. “I remember, it is just concern… I don’t know where to begin but it seems reasonable to patrol the borders for now. I just can’t go- it feels wrong. Helping whose sick, yes, that’s fine; but abandoning our home? I understand we want to have safety… to make it so people can stay uninfected in the Cove. This is all just madness.” she pauses.
Elongated and drawn out she thinks, considers, and imagines the laugh God-Mage and his maddened form. “Carnage, Pangea… we could blame them all we want but, in the end Beqanna has always done this. Change and chaos, something drastic followed by rebuilding. It’s just the nature of where we are.”
Reality in her mind is mutable and bizarre, time strained and she thinks back to the world and its endless versions. “We’re going to need to prepare too, if there are upstarts trying to settle and find claim… hm.”