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04-16-2015, 11:19 AM
rhoa
i walk in the air
between the rain
through myself
& back again.
She doesn't like my answer. I feel my heart sink in my chest. She gives us another riddle, and I feel compelled to answer first. After all, I don't want to appear like I'm just taking the answers like the others. Especially since Einarr is here. I want to show him that I can do things on my own.between the rain
through myself
& back again.
I listen intently, my dark ears perked all the way forward, as if straining somehow will give me some extra insight. As fog and magic appear around us, I fight to resist the urge to shrink back, against Einarr. I will not appear weak, even if on the inside I am. I watch the letters pulse and glow, hearing her instructions and committing them to memory. I smile wide as our task is revealed. Mother spent hours teaching Ivezho and I about letters and words. Such things were her specialty, which was lucky for us, given how limited Father's vocabulary was. At least when it came to the native Helovian language.
"I'd like to try.." I mumble softly, my eyes cast downwards in an attempt to appear respectful as I speak to the wolf. I want so badly what it is she has, but I know that now is not the time to try and persuade her. She has given us a task, and I have an answer. I only hope it will be enough. "My word is ... intelligence."
My eyes are bright and hopeful, as I cast them upwards to try and discern either approval or disapproval on her white features. I want to fidget, to look to Einarr and see what he thinks and what he will answer, but I remain still and try to appear calm. I'm not sure if I'm doing a very good job at it, but I am trying none the less.
I only hope that it is enough.
Rhoa's word is INTELLIGENCE.
Wishlist
Refusal 1
Refusal 2
Where?
I don't know.
I don't know.
