For all that she lacked your fire

*Lament* · (This post was last modified: 03-24-2019, 06:00 PM by Lament.)

Lament Pyre

Ballad leaned against him, and the weight of his sister at his side was a familiar one. They where a team, he might not remember much, but he knew this. Knew it with absolute certainty. She signed her fear in her paws, and after a moment he placed his paw over hers, the gesture said One and she would know it to mean that they where in this together. He removed his paw and straightened his posture, glancing cautiously around him. His blank face gave away nothing, but front paws moved and fidgeted before him, telling her his emotions as he felt them Weary caution, uncertainty, trepidation.

“Training sounds… right. We were here to train, weren’t we? But what does that tell us. Do we come here often? Perhaps we might catch out past scents, to lead us somewhere” he hypothesized, his thoughts trailing off curiosity. The barren place had littler coverage, and a wind swept through the dusty terrain, bringing with it the old scent of blood. He wasn’t certain if this was a training ground or a field of death, and it worried him that he did not know.

“As for our memory… I am uncertain. I feel we should find a healer” but it was strange that they had both lost their memories at the same time, woken up here together, somehow.. Less then they had been before. He felt growing certainty that this had been something that was done to them. Anger

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