For all that she lacked your fire

*Lament* · 03-24-2019, 05:10 PM

Lament Pyre

He read the signs in her hands, and knew that her mind was as cloudy as his own. This barren place was not their home. There might be something familiar to its landscape, but there was so much more about it that was simply wrong. Even his disjointed thoughts could conceive that much. Seeing the emotion she reflectively signed for him, the distress clearly laid out for him to read, he could feel something else in his gut.

His anger was a slow burn, but it smoldered now in the depths of his soul. Something had happened to bring them here, something had taken their memories and stripped them bare. Something was responsible for the distress in his sisters heart. He had to know what. He pushed down the emotions, knowing it might be some time before they would see fruition.

“Ballad” he said her name like a sigh of relief. Yes, that was right, now that she said it, it fit neatly into place in his mind. Settling it like it belonged, like it had never been gone. “I know that I am Lament, and that this is not our home.” he would add to the small pile of knowledge they sprouted. It was a depressingly small list. Sick she signaled next, and he moved closer, brushing his side against her. Reassurance She was all he knew in the world. Studying her now told him her lean form was lithe in a fit, fighting way, strengh beneath her muscles that spoke of training and power. Warrior his mind supplied, and he knew this too, felt right. His sister was a warrior.

"Speech""Ademic"

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