02-02-2021, 06:17 AM
"blood is like wine, unconscious all the time" ✭ ── She was worried about how Ares had been acting lately, more so for the kid's own safety than anything else, she seemed...troubled? Arrow had been worried that something was going to break, and someone was getting hurt. Technically, she was still right, but no one took any physical damage. No, no, it was just Elsweyr wailing like a pained mother.
Sometime before Elsweyr woke up, Arrow had decided to check in for the night, not because she needed to sleep, but rather, she wanted to. It was a comfort she was still lucky to have. Prior to Elsweyr's arrival, she chose not to, but something about the gentle crackling and ambient light of the forever burning fire mane relaxed her usually frayed nerves enough to pretend like a living creature who needed rest. Well, that and the comfort of actually having someone nearby.
The initial call only yielded a lazy sound in return, a chirp of sorts, as Arrow remained where she was, intend on falling back asleep until the chaos began. Out the door she went, stumbling around as her eyes refused to focus for a brief moment, startled awake in full fight or flight, though "flight" was taking the lead. The sound of the aggressive rain didn't help her figure out what the hell was going on, just more noise to the fray. It wasn't until she was able to notice the sheath and the note, which she read over a few times with little luck getting the message to process, that she finally realized what was going on. And even then, it took Sophia's matter-of-fact, sharp tone to yank her back to earth. "Elsie? At least come back to the porch, the rain's getting brutal." Not to mention, though she wouldn't say it out loud, watching Elsweyr dash around in the downpour looking for Ares was devastating, more so somehow than if she was safe inside to mourn the loss.
Sometime before Elsweyr woke up, Arrow had decided to check in for the night, not because she needed to sleep, but rather, she wanted to. It was a comfort she was still lucky to have. Prior to Elsweyr's arrival, she chose not to, but something about the gentle crackling and ambient light of the forever burning fire mane relaxed her usually frayed nerves enough to pretend like a living creature who needed rest. Well, that and the comfort of actually having someone nearby.
The initial call only yielded a lazy sound in return, a chirp of sorts, as Arrow remained where she was, intend on falling back asleep until the chaos began. Out the door she went, stumbling around as her eyes refused to focus for a brief moment, startled awake in full fight or flight, though "flight" was taking the lead. The sound of the aggressive rain didn't help her figure out what the hell was going on, just more noise to the fray. It wasn't until she was able to notice the sheath and the note, which she read over a few times with little luck getting the message to process, that she finally realized what was going on. And even then, it took Sophia's matter-of-fact, sharp tone to yank her back to earth. "Elsie? At least come back to the porch, the rain's getting brutal." Not to mention, though she wouldn't say it out loud, watching Elsweyr dash around in the downpour looking for Ares was devastating, more so somehow than if she was safe inside to mourn the loss.