08-08-2018, 01:10 AM
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Little of this place offered any sense of comfort or familiarity, the chilled concrete of the floor was unlike the sun warmed planks which lined the tree house she had come to call home, and over time the tang of salt and herbs present upon her pelt had faded, a worrying thing for it was one of the few comforts she had. The child longed to walk upon the beach, feel the sand between her toes once more and hear the soft lull of the ocean as it rushed forth to meet her, even to see Pincher once more though the relationship between father and daughter had become strained. She wanted to be amongst the other sages, to learn more and be there for Goldenluxury, left behind when she was in an extreme condition and would need any help she could get.
She wanted to go home, to have never left in the first place. In quiet moments she wished she had never dared to turn up to the try-outs, allowed herself to hope she might become something more than a child, only for it to land her here where the ocean she had come to love was nothing more than a memory she clung to.
Dark eyes blinked once, twice, before they focused, a faint glow drawing her attention. Soft tones of gold swirled about a familiar frame, one who had offered her comfort though she came from an enemy group, one who had attacked them only a short time ago, gentle with her when she had expected only harsh words. Shuffling steps drew Aita closer to where Versailles had come to stop but her forward motion slowed when she found another familiar to her, this bringing with it a twist of the stomach, discomfort shown in a frown. It did not matter her attempts to be cordial towards Bastille it always came back to a mix of discomfort and anger, each attempt to push it aside only leaving a sour taste in her mouth. She understood why he had taken them, two children from an enemy group on your land was not something to be taken lightly, and she had seen what one of their members had done to an Ascended. A healer, he had been one of their healers, the heavy scent of herbs had been slightly covered but still noticeable beneath the blood.
“Bastard,” the child offered the greeting towards Bast as she moved closer, tongue poking out slightly in an attempt to not show how shaken she truly was, how her heart began to pound harder simply being close to him, driven to such a response by fear. Though he had been kind so far in allowing her to wander, with supervision though she had slipped away rather easily, and not harming her or Cleo it didn't stop the thoughts.
Moving closer to Versailles the small sage found her attention drawn to the others present, given a once over but she didn't dare question them, knowing her idiotic way with words had a knack for getting her into trouble she had no desire for now, instead making a move to bump her head against Vi's leg to get her attention. “I wanna come.” There was no question about it, Aita seemed rather resolute within her decision and offered a stoic look to the panther, though it seemed more silly upon the tiny child, wanting to seem brave in front of her.
Aita wanting to show off for a pretty lady? It's more likely than you think.
Little of this place offered any sense of comfort or familiarity, the chilled concrete of the floor was unlike the sun warmed planks which lined the tree house she had come to call home, and over time the tang of salt and herbs present upon her pelt had faded, a worrying thing for it was one of the few comforts she had. The child longed to walk upon the beach, feel the sand between her toes once more and hear the soft lull of the ocean as it rushed forth to meet her, even to see Pincher once more though the relationship between father and daughter had become strained. She wanted to be amongst the other sages, to learn more and be there for Goldenluxury, left behind when she was in an extreme condition and would need any help she could get.
She wanted to go home, to have never left in the first place. In quiet moments she wished she had never dared to turn up to the try-outs, allowed herself to hope she might become something more than a child, only for it to land her here where the ocean she had come to love was nothing more than a memory she clung to.
Dark eyes blinked once, twice, before they focused, a faint glow drawing her attention. Soft tones of gold swirled about a familiar frame, one who had offered her comfort though she came from an enemy group, one who had attacked them only a short time ago, gentle with her when she had expected only harsh words. Shuffling steps drew Aita closer to where Versailles had come to stop but her forward motion slowed when she found another familiar to her, this bringing with it a twist of the stomach, discomfort shown in a frown. It did not matter her attempts to be cordial towards Bastille it always came back to a mix of discomfort and anger, each attempt to push it aside only leaving a sour taste in her mouth. She understood why he had taken them, two children from an enemy group on your land was not something to be taken lightly, and she had seen what one of their members had done to an Ascended. A healer, he had been one of their healers, the heavy scent of herbs had been slightly covered but still noticeable beneath the blood.
“Bastard,” the child offered the greeting towards Bast as she moved closer, tongue poking out slightly in an attempt to not show how shaken she truly was, how her heart began to pound harder simply being close to him, driven to such a response by fear. Though he had been kind so far in allowing her to wander, with supervision though she had slipped away rather easily, and not harming her or Cleo it didn't stop the thoughts.
Moving closer to Versailles the small sage found her attention drawn to the others present, given a once over but she didn't dare question them, knowing her idiotic way with words had a knack for getting her into trouble she had no desire for now, instead making a move to bump her head against Vi's leg to get her attention. “I wanna come.” There was no question about it, Aita seemed rather resolute within her decision and offered a stoic look to the panther, though it seemed more silly upon the tiny child, wanting to seem brave in front of her.
Aita wanting to show off for a pretty lady? It's more likely than you think.