The uncommon tongue

[PRIVATE] The uncommon tongue

Tae Posts: 133

Dragon's Throat Alchemist atk: 7.0 | def: 10 | dam: 4.5

Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.2 :: 2 HP: 72.5 |

Mal :: Timber Wolf :: Terrorize & Hel :: Royal Hellhound :: Hellfire Odd

07-14-2016, 06:23 PM

Tae fought the urge to clench her teeth as her head rose. At any moment she expected her Father to laugh at her, or to send her away. She would have preferred that to the unbearable silence that fell around them, made even worse by his paternal gesture. Tae’s white-striped shoulder tensed instinctively as Gaucho’s flaming wing rose to brush it. It wasn’t as though she was afraid of the gesture, but moreso what it implied. You need comfort, that gesture said. But you know who needed comfort? Children. And Tae was not that anymore - at least, in this moment she wished not to be.

Just as she was about to recuse herself, Gaucho spoke, granting her request. Her ears perked forward and she had to bite down on her tongue to keep herself from smiling. ”San athchomari yeraan, anni ave.”

As he asked her what it was she wanted, she paused thoughtfully. There was so much, but she did want to take her time and answer this properly. She might only get one chance at this conversation with her Father, once he learned what it was about.

”I mai nesat.” She began firmly, large pale eyes unwavering as they stared into the depths of her Father’s steely blues. ” Zero qosarvenikh qisi Ampere and Grusha. Kifindirgi?”

And then, the question she did not want to ask, but knew in her heart she needed to. She would not be like Zenobia, harbouring grudges. She would ask her Father. And yet … yet the question weighed heavily upon her soul. ”and I nesat zasqa chiorikem. Zasqa chiorikem affazolat the thelis? Ma thelis mai?”

As she spoke, Tae’s small body began to bleed around the edges into whispy silver clouds, as if she was becoming a ghost. Her magic had taken hold of her and betrayed the appearance of strength that she so badly wanted to portray. She could feel it happening, but there was no way to stop it - and the more she focused on it, the more ghostly she would appear.