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12-31-2015, 02:41 PM
As his sister relayed her story, Mithras' jubilation drained away. From the depths of his darkest memories images were dredged up. He couldn't be sure if they'd truly happened or if they'd been concocted by his terrified young mind, but he flinched all the same. It was all he could do to force the image of his mother and father laying paralyzed and suffering out of his mind. He shook his head from side to side, deciding instead of just bury his face in the fur of Cerse's neck. He inhaled her scent, committing it to memory so that he would never lose her again. "I'm glad you're alive," he murmured, voice muffled by her ruff. "Whatever happened to the others... Well, maybe now we have something to hope for." Any yet he'd lived with the knowledge of their deaths for so long, it seemed almost cruel to start wishing for their return. If the universe or the gods or whoever it was that ruled them saw fit to bring their family back together... Fine. But for now Cerse was here and that was enough for him. Mith took a step back, and smiled a small smile. There was so much he wanted to show her, to teach her about this land and it's denizens. He'd seen so much he never would have imagined at home! "Mind if I give you the grand tour? You showed up at a good time!" A wild hair struck him, and his tiny smile became a wide grin. If he truly did decide to create a pack of his own, well... Let Cerse be as surprised as everyone else! It would be funny, right? He turned on his heels and jounced a few paces away. He would have to show her absolutely everything and the day was fading away! "You coming?" "Talk" "You" Think |
