08-07-2018, 08:27 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 470px; font-size:7.5pt; font-family:verdana; text-align: justify;line-height: 110%; color:black"]There is only fear in dark eyes, lips parting with a soft murmur of sound one could not mistake as anything but fear, the tiny body drawing closer to her sister, instinctive in her desire to protect though her heart feels as though it might escape pushing at her ribs with each ragged beat. For a time Aita could do nothing but watch as the door seemed to bow beneath the pressure placed upon it, struggling to keep at bay the tears, yet the cry which escapes her is clear once the door is opened. Flinching away as it slams against the wall the young sage presses closer to Cleo, wanting nothing more than to be left with her, never realising this was caused by her own actions, her previous pleas fading from memory.
Gentle and soft, a voice she is unfamiliar with and yet offers only kindness if not words given a sweet touch to soften the blow. Within her throat her breath catches, escaping in a hiccup once she was able to finally force it through, her movements slow as she lifted her head towards the stranger. For a time she can only stare for she is like nothing she had come to see upon the island she called home, seemingly a constellation of her own written across dark fur, an overpowering desire to touch and count those points, to see if they are truly apart of her or painted on, briefly taking her. But once more that fear closes around her mind, a steel bear trap with teeth tearing at her, never relenting in their pursuit to take her down, as the panther continues to speak.
They were stuck in here. It had been an idiotic thing to follow Cleo here, to seek out Jacob in hopes they might take him back when they were just children, too young even for basic self defence training, the trek to this place long and gruelling upon both, yet they had ignored it all, the threat of death never once touched Aita's mind. Now it seemed all she could think on for there seemed nothing else, the sobs finally breaking through. No thought is put to her actions, just the want for comfort, a closeness she had only had with a select few, shaky, stiff limbs drawing her closer to Versailles until she made an attempt to wrap her arms around one of her legs, burying her face into her fur.
“I-I'm sorry, I jus wanted ta get ma da back, I didn mean nutin,” Aita struggled to get the words out between each sob, mind clearly turning to the thought that it was their presence here that had caused this, something about them enough to force this lock down. For a time she focused entirely upon her breathing once she had finished speaking before another voice rose, a soft squeak of surprise touched with fear escaping her, one dark eye peaking around Vi to look upon the next.
He was harder to see, the darkness of his pelt mixing all too well with the shadows which filled this space, yet she had no need to see him to reply to his words. “Ya promise? A-an it was us, not Capin, our fault,” rushing to get the last words out Aita hoped they got her meaning in the words, trying to make it clear she would be sure Pincher listened to the fact they had decided to come here alone, this had been their own fault not that of the Ascended members. She might have harboured little interest in the political side of matters but she had been attempt to brush up on it and knew this was her own fault, a stupid idea she would take the punishment for, not force upon the innocent few who proved caring towards them when they were from an enemy group. "I can 'elp, I-I can 'elp da Soothsayers, or uh... healers." A tone of guilt touches her next words as she readily gave the offer, yet its purpose was somewhat selfish in turn, her want to learn from the medics in turn for this clear, but if it made things easier and would allow them to leave she would do what was necessary.
Gentle and soft, a voice she is unfamiliar with and yet offers only kindness if not words given a sweet touch to soften the blow. Within her throat her breath catches, escaping in a hiccup once she was able to finally force it through, her movements slow as she lifted her head towards the stranger. For a time she can only stare for she is like nothing she had come to see upon the island she called home, seemingly a constellation of her own written across dark fur, an overpowering desire to touch and count those points, to see if they are truly apart of her or painted on, briefly taking her. But once more that fear closes around her mind, a steel bear trap with teeth tearing at her, never relenting in their pursuit to take her down, as the panther continues to speak.
They were stuck in here. It had been an idiotic thing to follow Cleo here, to seek out Jacob in hopes they might take him back when they were just children, too young even for basic self defence training, the trek to this place long and gruelling upon both, yet they had ignored it all, the threat of death never once touched Aita's mind. Now it seemed all she could think on for there seemed nothing else, the sobs finally breaking through. No thought is put to her actions, just the want for comfort, a closeness she had only had with a select few, shaky, stiff limbs drawing her closer to Versailles until she made an attempt to wrap her arms around one of her legs, burying her face into her fur.
“I-I'm sorry, I jus wanted ta get ma da back, I didn mean nutin,” Aita struggled to get the words out between each sob, mind clearly turning to the thought that it was their presence here that had caused this, something about them enough to force this lock down. For a time she focused entirely upon her breathing once she had finished speaking before another voice rose, a soft squeak of surprise touched with fear escaping her, one dark eye peaking around Vi to look upon the next.
He was harder to see, the darkness of his pelt mixing all too well with the shadows which filled this space, yet she had no need to see him to reply to his words. “Ya promise? A-an it was us, not Capin, our fault,” rushing to get the last words out Aita hoped they got her meaning in the words, trying to make it clear she would be sure Pincher listened to the fact they had decided to come here alone, this had been their own fault not that of the Ascended members. She might have harboured little interest in the political side of matters but she had been attempt to brush up on it and knew this was her own fault, a stupid idea she would take the punishment for, not force upon the innocent few who proved caring towards them when they were from an enemy group. "I can 'elp, I-I can 'elp da Soothsayers, or uh... healers." A tone of guilt touches her next words as she readily gave the offer, yet its purpose was somewhat selfish in turn, her want to learn from the medics in turn for this clear, but if it made things easier and would allow them to leave she would do what was necessary.