My bloody valentine
01-18-2016, 11:54 PM
When the woman looked up and addressed her by name, Esa knew she was right. She'd met this lady on the borders of Threar. Her ebony crown nodded when Varda clarified that she was indeed from Threar, but it had been overthrown. The melancholy tone in the woman's voice was evident, revealing the heartbreak she'd felt losing her home and family. It must have been hard. Esa felt lonely enough at times, even though she'd left home intentionally. "I heard what happened to Threar," she murmured, not knowing what to say about it. It was all an unfortunate, cruel event, but there was nothing that anyone could do to reverse it now. Her eyes cast to the ground as she floundered for words that wouldn't come, her mind preoccupied. Then she looked to the water. After her long and fast trek to this territory, her throat was dry. She padded toward the small oasis, her eyes shifting over to Varda once more to indicate she was still listening. Esarosa bent down to lap at the water, ears flicking toward the other woman when she mentioned that she was now in Celestial. She stopped drinking, brows coming together in a furrow as she lifted her head and faced Varda. "Celestial?" she repeated, confusion clear in her face and tone, "Is that a pack here in the west?" She had to wonder about it for a few moments. That couldn't be the pack Miksa had been talking about, a pack that hadn't been established yet. After all, she'd just come running from the place where a brand new pack had come together. So, what exactly was going on? |