In These Troubled Times
10-21-2015, 06:09 PM
Things would never be as they had once been; she still found herself longing for the childhood she had spent with Erani, living in Vericona Plains with Chrysanthe and Syrinx and even Preston and Neo. It was funny though, the way that time altered memories - it felt like she had lived there far longer than she had, felt like she'd spent so many years in Alacritia before marrying Maverick when it had hardly been a pawful of seasons at best. When they finally broke their embrace, her sister began to speak. Epiphron listened as Surreal quickly explained that the Plains had been claimed. By an Armada, no less, but not one she was familiar with. The idea was distressing, and her brows would pull together in concern, and she felt her lips twitching slightly as though threatening to turn into a snarl. "Never heard of him," she'd utter quietly, shaking her head. She'd once felt hate toward all with the Armada name.. but she'd met a decent one, and her views had changed as she had gotten to know Athena. But the name still sent a pit of discomfort to her stomach, especially upon hearing Surreal's tone as she spoke of this. "And I'd assume as much about Threar, but I haven't been terribly involved in politics as of late." And she certainly didn't want to get involved in this.. this war that Surreal seemed to be hinting at. But she would not in understanding nonetheless. "Glad I have nothing to do with him, or Abaven." Not that she had anything bad to say about them, but the last thing she wanted was to feel obligated to help another pack in need. Perhaps it was a selfish thought, but she had never been particularly altruistic at the core; the idea of sending her children and the rest of Fiori to war was far from pleasant. "And I do hope you keep yourself out of harm's way, even if you decide to help. That can just as easily make you an enemy too," she would muse gently, intending to offer whatever helpful advice she could. |
