10-12-2018, 11:54 PM
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A less than ideal situation. Of course, the endfield keeping an eye on her just wanted her to be informed. Keona had caught the threat of torn spines, curious herself to whom it applied. Everyone-everyone? She did not want to still be here. Horrible desert.
The petite fae breathed in slowly, ears flattened against her skull. This new leader... She did not like. Loud. Aggressive. Brutal. Her tiny teeth sank into her cheek, holding her tongue at the sound of Guru's pleas. Smelled like blood. Like death. Her own blood felt like ice. Her stomach twisting into knots. She wanted to go home. It took everything in her to stay still, though fear no doubt played a major part in keeping her there. Her uncle right beside her but she could not hide beneath him, or seek his fur for comfort. They were not family here. Not friends. Without Valkyr about - Keona almost wanted the sha around - the endfield took her metaphorical leash. Hopefully no one took it from him. Saw no reason for them to. What use was a blind child to them?
The child made not a single sound, her spotted tail curling tightly around herself. Pale sea-green hues flickered in the direction of Stryker's voice, attentive. It felt redundant to answer. The question rhetorical. Her rank lowest than the low here. She hoped he did not know or did not care about her. Besides, as a whole, the crew probably cares more about Goldie. Aside from her own family, she supposed.
Ba mhaith liom abhaile.
The petite fae breathed in slowly, ears flattened against her skull. This new leader... She did not like. Loud. Aggressive. Brutal. Her tiny teeth sank into her cheek, holding her tongue at the sound of Guru's pleas. Smelled like blood. Like death. Her own blood felt like ice. Her stomach twisting into knots. She wanted to go home. It took everything in her to stay still, though fear no doubt played a major part in keeping her there. Her uncle right beside her but she could not hide beneath him, or seek his fur for comfort. They were not family here. Not friends. Without Valkyr about - Keona almost wanted the sha around - the endfield took her metaphorical leash. Hopefully no one took it from him. Saw no reason for them to. What use was a blind child to them?
The child made not a single sound, her spotted tail curling tightly around herself. Pale sea-green hues flickered in the direction of Stryker's voice, attentive. It felt redundant to answer. The question rhetorical. Her rank lowest than the low here. She hoped he did not know or did not care about her. Besides, as a whole, the crew probably cares more about Goldie. Aside from her own family, she supposed.
Ba mhaith liom abhaile.
tá mé i dtiúin — ✯
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