how come I never got used to the feeling of sleeping in a cage?
too long driving, too damn hungry; a tied-up hound but nothing stays
Valdis didn’t at all regard the child during the trek here, and once she fell behind, so did the memory of her.
There are more pressing matters at hand such as the boy nursing from her now. Her eyes cast down on him with both intrigue and disappointment. Her and Sinner’s first and only son is tainted, stunted. Is it a mild curse for the poor choices of the parents? The muscles of her jaws coil and clench until she forces herself to look away toward the rocky cliffs standing proudly in the distance. Erio, once finished, retracts from his mother and joins her in peering toward the bare region with mild interest. She acknowledges him silently. No words are exchanged between mother and son for a long while. Admittedly, she still tries to grasp the situation and the potential weakness that the boy poses for her.
It's with the arrival of the girl that the quiet shatters like glass and interrupts Valdis’ train of thoughts. Turning her head, she regards her but then glances down to Erio as he steps closer to the girl, his size dwarfed in comparison. ”I found him,” Valdis lies, not yet determining whether he will be left behind or be the scapegoat of a poor joke. Drying sweat lathers her skin and blood has begun to cake on her hindquarters, but she pivots in order to conceal the obvious clues that she actually delivered him.
”Why were you following me?” She skeptically asks with narrowed eyes that stab into the girl. But what answer can a child properly give? Inhaling slowly to ease the agitation in her soul – namely due to the child adjacent to her – she redirects the question with a calmer tone. ”Why Pangea?”
Valdis
@[Morgayne]