08-07-2018, 12:50 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 470px; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify;line-height: 110%; color:black"]It had been an idiotic idea to come here, to seek out the Ascended and attempt to get back their father when so much was going on, but than she hadn't been thinking. In the wake of finding Goldenluxury injured – she was dead, she couldn't survive that – she had felt as though she were little more than a dead weight, useless for anything more than getting in the way of things, her clumsy attempts to help surely only cementing her sister's demise.
Aita held no recollection of the journey itself, overwhelmed with fear and guilt she had merely gone along when Cleo had spoken to her about getting Jacob back, neither knowing he had already been released and had been on his way back, thinking highly of themselves for children. She had been within a daze, allowing herself to simply follow behind, unsure if such was a good idea but going along for there was nothing else, no reason for her to stay when she could do nothing. And it was as such Bastile had found them, the child caught within her own head to a point she never realised he was there until he was taking them, unable to do anything but try to struggle as they were left in the basement.
A day. He had promised it would only be a day and then he would give them back to Pincher, to their father, but it had been two and he hadn't returned. Another had though, offering them food and water with kind words though Aita had spat curses at them, screaming she wasn't supposed to be here before the tears flowed, before her body collapsed into a heap. Why was she here, she should have been in the tree house learning with the others, learning of the ways she might help her home and yet she was here instead in a small, confined space.
And then it had happened, the bare bulb hanging from the ceiling offering them light blew, a scream tearing from the frightened child as darkness enveloped them. She could hear the chaos outside, others startled by this seeking their friends and family, offering comfort and checking to be sure all was right, and there the two were, Aita blindly stumbling along, seeking out her sister. “Cleo,” strained was her whisper as she crouched by her side, pressing into her, seeking warmth and comfort, but there was none to be found.
Though she could feel a heartbeat, clear and strong, it felt as though she had passed, barely moving beyond the raise and fall of her chest with each breath. Fear took hold of the exhausted sage and she scrambled back to the door, screaming before she even got there. “Let us out! Please! I jus wanna go home!”
Aita held no recollection of the journey itself, overwhelmed with fear and guilt she had merely gone along when Cleo had spoken to her about getting Jacob back, neither knowing he had already been released and had been on his way back, thinking highly of themselves for children. She had been within a daze, allowing herself to simply follow behind, unsure if such was a good idea but going along for there was nothing else, no reason for her to stay when she could do nothing. And it was as such Bastile had found them, the child caught within her own head to a point she never realised he was there until he was taking them, unable to do anything but try to struggle as they were left in the basement.
A day. He had promised it would only be a day and then he would give them back to Pincher, to their father, but it had been two and he hadn't returned. Another had though, offering them food and water with kind words though Aita had spat curses at them, screaming she wasn't supposed to be here before the tears flowed, before her body collapsed into a heap. Why was she here, she should have been in the tree house learning with the others, learning of the ways she might help her home and yet she was here instead in a small, confined space.
And then it had happened, the bare bulb hanging from the ceiling offering them light blew, a scream tearing from the frightened child as darkness enveloped them. She could hear the chaos outside, others startled by this seeking their friends and family, offering comfort and checking to be sure all was right, and there the two were, Aita blindly stumbling along, seeking out her sister. “Cleo,” strained was her whisper as she crouched by her side, pressing into her, seeking warmth and comfort, but there was none to be found.
Though she could feel a heartbeat, clear and strong, it felt as though she had passed, barely moving beyond the raise and fall of her chest with each breath. Fear took hold of the exhausted sage and she scrambled back to the door, screaming before she even got there. “Let us out! Please! I jus wanna go home!”