04-30-2021, 12:20 AM
Screaming. Desperate pleading, and the unpleasant sound of sobbing. It all reached Fraggle's ears as he walked within the cavern, his entire body recoiling on instinct. Was someone hurt? Were they under attack? What was going on? With a few short steps, the boy was able to make his way over to where Sethiram sat, curled up into a ball with many others watching over him. The lion cub wasn't exactly sure what had set this entire thing off, but it did fill him with relief to see that the other wasn't hurt. Not physically, at least. He opened his muzzle to speak, hoping to offer up some kind of comforting words, or advice, but he was cut off by Sethiram's request. A pencil and paper? He could do that. He kept said supplies around, just in case Aesior ran out of them at some point. Frag had doubted that the other ever would, but now he was glad he had decided to keep them anyways.
Darting off to his section of the cavern, Fragglerock dug through his sparse pile of things, eventually pulling out a pad of writing paper, and a pencil. He carried both over to Sethiram, slipping quietly through the crowd and placing them in front of the still shaking male. As he took a step back, the lion muttered softly, "Uh... here. I have some extras..." He then shifted around a little, claws scraping lightly at the stone floor beneath him. Even Cleopatra's uncaring and cold presence nearby wasn't enough to distract him from Seth's plight. After a moment of hesitation, Fraggle spoke up once more, "Are you okay? Is there... is something going on, with you?" He'd feel a strange sense of kinship with the other, in this moment. While his nightmare hadn't exactly been a hallucination, it had certainly been disorienting and upsetting, and it remained in the back of his mind even now. At the moment he was lucky he could even deal with Cleopatra being nearby, without imagining her corpse laid against the unfeeling rock plateau outside.
Darting off to his section of the cavern, Fragglerock dug through his sparse pile of things, eventually pulling out a pad of writing paper, and a pencil. He carried both over to Sethiram, slipping quietly through the crowd and placing them in front of the still shaking male. As he took a step back, the lion muttered softly, "Uh... here. I have some extras..." He then shifted around a little, claws scraping lightly at the stone floor beneath him. Even Cleopatra's uncaring and cold presence nearby wasn't enough to distract him from Seth's plight. After a moment of hesitation, Fraggle spoke up once more, "Are you okay? Is there... is something going on, with you?" He'd feel a strange sense of kinship with the other, in this moment. While his nightmare hadn't exactly been a hallucination, it had certainly been disorienting and upsetting, and it remained in the back of his mind even now. At the moment he was lucky he could even deal with Cleopatra being nearby, without imagining her corpse laid against the unfeeling rock plateau outside.
☆ — what of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?
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[glow=#000,2,300]FRAGGLEROCK — MALE — LION — THE GOLDEN EYE — [glow=#000,2,300]TAGS[/glow]