Wait, What?
Ricochet stood in silence, just admiring the structure before her and the silence all around her. It was really kind of nice. It made her feel somber, almost reverent, and that was not something that was easily done. She was just starting to think that she might want to explore the place a bit, see what mysteries it held. But then the silence encompassing her was shattered by a voice speaking her name. She tensed, hackles pricking up a bit out of instinct. Caught up in her rare moment of contemplation, Ricochet wondered for a second if she had imagined the voice completely. It was not a voice she recognized, after all, why would it know her name?
But finally the large woman turned around, eyes full of confusion and a bit of wariness as she look for the source of the voice. And there, a short distance away, was a young male. Larger than she was. That was the first thing to catch her off guard. The second thing was the fact that he looked so... so familiar...
It hit her all in a rush, like a crashing wave forcing you under, blinding you and taking your breath away. Those eyes. They brought her back, to the day of the siege, the day that still haunted her though she would never ever admit it. Those eyes, those same exact eyes filled with terror as their kidnappers carried them away. Those eyes disappearing never to be found again, even when the rescuers came. Those eyes she never thought she'd see again.
Mind you, Ricochet was not an emotional woman. She was probably the most carefree, detached, don't-give-a-shit wolf you would ever meet. But when she saw those eyes again she couldn't breathe. "Mortar..." she whispered, the wonders of the building behind her entirely forgotten as she stepped closer to her brother. Her brother. "I thought... I thought you were dead. What happened? Where... Where were you?" |