circle of life / joining

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DELDRACH

FEMALE — JAGLIONESS— TYPHOON

Her eyes shifted towards Keona as she arrived, her ears twitching and rotating. This was one person she could faintly remember, at a reach. The face was familiar, as was the tone and accent of her speech. Deldrach let a sigh escape her muzzle- not everything would be a confirmed difference, then. She dipped her head in the form of a response, just an echo of a yes. Something heavy and depressing was drawing upon those who stood in front of her, and it hung heavy in the air. Her eyes skipped towards Michael. "Thank you, Michael. I'm ah.. yes. Thank you."

Their following words- "resting" brought a frown to her muzzle. Goldenluxury was not a person to rest, but it would be a funny anomaly. But what she found herself facing was not funny. Head held low, ears twitching out of posistion. The rise and fall of her chest, the struggle with walking. The jaglioness found herself moving forward, uncontained, only to stop short as Goldie spoke.

Her heart stopped. No memory. A breath rose and fell, her chest compressing for a moment before those mismatched eyes softened, her ears turning and lowering a bit. To Deldrach, she could see how it was a burden. But from the universe, it could be a gift, living without the pain of lost lives, loves, and battles. Each was a hard story, but every hard story came with twists and turns that made it worth it. The jaglion squared her shoulders, before lowering her head. It was time to tell an older story. "My name is Deldrach Akaodon. I lived here when you were young, very young."

Her eyes turned away not long after she spoke, a bittersweet smile and the ghost of a tear touching her face. Nothing was easy, nor would it ever be perfect. Quite like hibernating in the jungle for months, as her stomach growled. Her eyes lowered to the deck of the pier, another soft sigh leaving from her nostrils. "I think I'll prepare a meal, due to my return. Does anyone want in?" The question was general. No sorrow could account for what had happened to Goldie- nothing to be done but wait. Best to move past it, remember, but not grieve.

But, if one paid enough attention to her eyes, the mismatched golden and silver eyes were aching for something from moons past.

"speech"

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