Call to aid
11-15-2015, 09:40 PM
It had been perhaps the longest day the alpha had ever suffered through. Voltage's daughter had gone missing in the morning hours and they had still been searching for her 12 hours later as darkness had begun to descend. Asking voltage to stop searching, even for only a little while, had been heart breaking for both the brothers. It had taken glacier the entire day before he coukd bring hinself to suggest it. Perhaps it had only been thr reminder that gaia and current needed him that had allowed both the brothers to consider it. Now, Glacier didn't know when he would see sleep again and he had far too much to do to suggest it.
By this point it had passed midnight and it was so early in the morning that dawn was a long way off. Glacier was so concerned that he would be incapable of finding surreal in this moment of need that he hadnt yet had had a chance to dwell on the worry if waking her in the crazy hours. Of course, sleep had ceased to mean anything and waiting for Downs approach only gave a higher chance of illume dying of hypothermia, alone and in the dark. Surreal had always struck him as a compassionate soul and he reasoned that had she been given the choice she would rather he wake him then wait till morning.
Perhaps he only logiced it that way because nothing in the world could stop him from doing everything he could for illume here and now, and it was easier to go with the idea that surreal would agree. Whatever the reason he would find himself on the plains she loved and lifting head, howling her name. There was an urgency in his tone - a child was lost! Would she heed the call?
By this point it had passed midnight and it was so early in the morning that dawn was a long way off. Glacier was so concerned that he would be incapable of finding surreal in this moment of need that he hadnt yet had had a chance to dwell on the worry if waking her in the crazy hours. Of course, sleep had ceased to mean anything and waiting for Downs approach only gave a higher chance of illume dying of hypothermia, alone and in the dark. Surreal had always struck him as a compassionate soul and he reasoned that had she been given the choice she would rather he wake him then wait till morning.
Perhaps he only logiced it that way because nothing in the world could stop him from doing everything he could for illume here and now, and it was easier to go with the idea that surreal would agree. Whatever the reason he would find himself on the plains she loved and lifting head, howling her name. There was an urgency in his tone - a child was lost! Would she heed the call?