For all that she lacked your fire
03-24-2019, 02:43 PM
Lament Pyre The boy woke to a strange world, the barren feel to it was almost familiar, and he felt a name was on the tip of his tongue. After a moment, it still had not come. He turned his attention from the land, and moved it to the lovely girl beside him. His sister, he knew that instinctively, as instinctively as he knew his own name. Lament, was it not? He paused, troubled at the touch of uncertainty that followed. Thoughts that should have come naturally seemed sluggish and slow, and he got the distinct impression that something was wrong. He almost began to pull his brows into a frown, and then stopped himself, lifting a paw, instead Hesitant disgust the motion read, at himself for acting as a barbarian would. A barbarian? This notion felt familiar, but no further information flowed. He digressed. His sister was there, and he looked into her familiar silver eyes and waited for her name. And waited. “Sister, there appears to be a fault in my memory” the words where calm, but a paw flicked suddenly, as through he simply could not sit still Distress the motion read. He knew she would see it Weary Curiosity. he motioned next, a plea for answers, with a hint of uncertainty at what he might receive when they came. Throughout it all, his eyes watched her paws, and his expression was as blank as a canvas, or a lake without ripples. |
