The uncommon tongue

the Rift

[PRIVATE] The uncommon tongue

Ascended Helovian

Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004

Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE

Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd

#18

07-14-2016, 06:38 PM

At her exclamation of outrage, Gaucho could only chuckle. He knew that he hadn’t truly caught her off guard, but even so, watching something like amused horror spread across her lovely features compelled him to laugh. Was there something about Ampere in that outrage? Even feigned as it was? Certainly the girl took more after her mother than after him. She would remain much smaller than he, but her bones were sturdily built, and Gaucho thought that with a little intentionality into her training, she could one day easily become faster than him. Not stronger perhaps, but she was cunning. Speed might just be enough.

Seeing her as she was, plopping her head into the water with youthful ignorance, Gaucho felt something inside of him tighten. Had he just moments ago told her that no one could take the place of her mother? And wouldn’t he soon be telling her of the new brother or sister that they would be welcoming into their family? That thought drew another - just where would this impulsively conceived child (children?) live? Gaucho’s eyes drew away from Tae who was greedily drinking, and he let his mind wander to that afternoon with Nyx, and all that had occurred before which had allowed those moments to take place. She had been a formidable warrior, yes, and her electricity had enticed him … But that was no excuse. He had been weak in a way that he had never been weak before.

Would he lie to his daughter about that, by omission?

”Nakho!” Gaucho called suddenly, snapping himself out of his daze and wading swiftly forward. One large flaming wing stretched outwards, reaching under Tae’s chin and forcing her head to raise.
”Yer tikh get jin torga athzhikhar.” His voice was understandably stern, but clearly was compelled only by care for his child. The stomach sickness, brought on by water entering a belly from a throat far too greedy, had consumed far too many signs. There was magic here and perhaps his healers (or even his own abilities) could prevent it should it try to twist her stomach, but Gaucho would rather not take the chance. Besides, they were creatures of the desert. Tae should have known better.