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, 06:25 PM

Tae felt herself wilting as her Father - Sultan of the sands and Khal of the Dragon’s Throat, ascended Helovian and Wildfire - indicated that he didn’t know. If he didn’t, then who? Her Father, while not the wisest of all, was surely the expert on these matters. There was no one with more expertise when it came to their family, than He. And if he didn’t know where her Mother was …

Then perhaps all was lost.

At her side, Mal and Hel each stifled a whine, and Tae’s ghostly body began even more translucent.

”Vosma-” But how can you not know? She tried to say, but the rest of the sentence died in her throat, swallowed by the lump quickly forming there. Her pale eyes blinked rapidly, trying to force the tears which were quickly forming away, but it was no use. ”Vosma-” She tried again, her voice now a pathetic whimper that made her ears pin against her small skull, -ma laz't tikh lei..” Her eyes, now moist and beginning to become red, searched her Father’s war washed face for some sign of hope, but found none. The sadness that she read that was perhaps the final blow, and she lowered her head in defeat.

Ampere was gone.

She shrugged away his answer to her question about Zero. Tae had expected him to say as much. If anything, she only wanted him to know that her one-winged sibling had lied, but now that seemed so unimportant. So far away from what really mattered.

As she felt his wings wrap around her, she finally gave in, and let herself be hugged. Her tear-stained cheeks pressed against Gaucho’s large chest, and her own much smaller wings rose to wrap around the large bulk of muscle that stood before her. Never think it, he was saying, but she had thought it, and the answer that he gave did not console a soul that was now burning with grief and despair.

”Avvos dirgat?!” She cried, pulling away from his embrace. She tried to sound indignant and hostile, but only succeeded in sounding small and hurt. ”Hash long ki mae rekke fish hatif ki yol ?” Perhaps the question was unfair, but the girl didn’t care about that right now. Let her Father deal with the unfairness of it, she was still dealing with the loss of her Mother.