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04-27-2015, 12:37 AM
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Laedere
But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
He speaks of the Throat always accepting pegasi, saying that the accepted those even without wings. Yet, there was still a pang in her heart. Her eyes scattered around before finally going to lock back upon his. She introduced herself and Ardere and the response she got most definitely followed her own train of thought when Ardere had floated out of the hatched egg. "Aye, mineself is… not sure what Ardere is either," she responds meekly before he gave his name. Slowly, her demeanor began to shrink a little. Those who could not fly were restricted to keys. She could feel his eyes upon her, and she pulled her wings in even tighter to her bodice. There is a small breath as she looks up to him. "The Throat may welcome those without wings… but do ye still believe those such as mineself… worthy of being called kin… called family?" she inquires, eyes trying to meet his. Being allowed inside… aye it was something far different than being called family once inside. And she… Laedere longed for this family, to have a purpose and to be loved. The words, to not be afraid, rang in her head. She took in a breath - still trying to hold his gaze. "Mineself dost not mean the Throat as a whole… Mineself means dost ye, Einarr… think those like mineself are worthy of being called family…" she rephrases, trying to ensure that she got the correct answer. There is a pause, a break as she tries to work up the courage to accept the offer. As she tries to work up the offer to not be afraid of being shunned once more. "Aye… a key would be rather nice," she finally answers - eyes flickering back to the bridge. Then, a small additive, "Thank ye, Einarr…" Aye, look at Laedere trying to alter her speech for poor Einarr |
