08-21-2020, 11:01 AM
The hours fade away into days, and days into weeks. Even weeks have begun bleeding into months, and Cirilla almost can’t believe that they’ve been in Nerine so long without Father coming looking for her. She was so certain that his rage would be great, but perhaps he, too, is too enthralled with Virgil to even miss his angelic daughter. Virgil didn’t seem quite as gentle-hearted as Gar, so maybe Father plans to use him instead in his nefarious scheming. Speaking of Yadigar, though... Cirilla has not even seen him once since coming here to Nerine, and as the days pass her fear for him grows.
She can’t even find his scent within the northern kingdom, and she wonders if Father has returned to steal him away. What threat could he have made, to force Yadigar to return East? Her triplet had seemed so confident in fleeing to a different kingdom, certain that Father would be too wrapped up in his plans to even consider his missing children. It seems that he had been wrong, then.
Cirilla can’t push the fear from her mind, even as she spends most of her days curled up against Tarte’s side. Invasive thoughts intrude even her dreams, and despite Tarte’s reassurances (for Tarte innocently invades even Ciri’s darkest thoughts), she can’t shake the terror that grips her in the darkest of nights.
She has grown fond of Tarte since their arrival here, and their closeness is something that frightens her. She knows that Tarte is completely infatuated with her brother, even despite him abandoning them here in a strange land, and so Cirilla hides her budding feelings for the other filly; she buries them so deep down inside that the mind reader cannot find them. Is she scared of her own emotions? Perhaps.
The magenta filly asks her if Breach, whom Cirilla has never met personally, and Cirilla offers Tarte a crooked smile. Her mind is a million miles away, somewhere in a nook of the Cove, but she forces herself to be present for her friend. “I’ve never met Breach,” she tells her honestly, leaning over to play with a lock of Tarte’s mane. “She is a friend of Gar’s is all that I know. He never really talked about her much.”
Stifling a sigh, she puts her head down on Tarte’s back, her molten gold eyes lost in thought. “I worry about them so much, Tarte,” she whispers. “All of them, Mother and Gar and Virgil and Phyx and Frenzy. None of them are safe from Father’s wrath, and I feel as though if I return, I will never be able to leave again.” A single tear slips down her cheek as she considers what she’s about to say next. She doesn’t want to put her in danger, but she knows that Ghaul would probably imprison her if she were to return to the East. “Would you be willing to check on them for me? Maybe let Mother know about Gar and the wounds he showed us. Mother needs to gather the children and join us here, in Nerine. It’s safe here.”
She can’t even find his scent within the northern kingdom, and she wonders if Father has returned to steal him away. What threat could he have made, to force Yadigar to return East? Her triplet had seemed so confident in fleeing to a different kingdom, certain that Father would be too wrapped up in his plans to even consider his missing children. It seems that he had been wrong, then.
Cirilla can’t push the fear from her mind, even as she spends most of her days curled up against Tarte’s side. Invasive thoughts intrude even her dreams, and despite Tarte’s reassurances (for Tarte innocently invades even Ciri’s darkest thoughts), she can’t shake the terror that grips her in the darkest of nights.
She has grown fond of Tarte since their arrival here, and their closeness is something that frightens her. She knows that Tarte is completely infatuated with her brother, even despite him abandoning them here in a strange land, and so Cirilla hides her budding feelings for the other filly; she buries them so deep down inside that the mind reader cannot find them. Is she scared of her own emotions? Perhaps.
The magenta filly asks her if Breach, whom Cirilla has never met personally, and Cirilla offers Tarte a crooked smile. Her mind is a million miles away, somewhere in a nook of the Cove, but she forces herself to be present for her friend. “I’ve never met Breach,” she tells her honestly, leaning over to play with a lock of Tarte’s mane. “She is a friend of Gar’s is all that I know. He never really talked about her much.”
Stifling a sigh, she puts her head down on Tarte’s back, her molten gold eyes lost in thought. “I worry about them so much, Tarte,” she whispers. “All of them, Mother and Gar and Virgil and Phyx and Frenzy. None of them are safe from Father’s wrath, and I feel as though if I return, I will never be able to leave again.” A single tear slips down her cheek as she considers what she’s about to say next. She doesn’t want to put her in danger, but she knows that Ghaul would probably imprison her if she were to return to the East. “Would you be willing to check on them for me? Maybe let Mother know about Gar and the wounds he showed us. Mother needs to gather the children and join us here, in Nerine. It’s safe here.”