The Bells Of Mourning
07-16-2013, 12:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-16-2013, 12:06 PM by Epiphron.)
The call of her surrogate mother was not at all what Epiphron had expected, especially no more than a few days following her wedding. She was roused from where she lay, clambering rather quickly to all fours. What could possibly be wrong, she wondered? Erani's call was laced with sadness, but Epiphron Adravendi couldn't quite fathom what would cause her to be so upset. Cairo had been well the last she had seen him. Perhaps something was wrong with her sister? Or one of Erani's children? As she grew worried for whatever may have occurred, she began to lope quickly in the direction the call emanated from. She walked rather fast, eyes scanning the horizon. The sky was gray, the newly grown grass soaked and clinging to the ground as though for dear life. It was a dismal day overall, and Epiphron felt her stomach churning as the woman came into view. She was not alone, though -- it seemed Gerhardt had answered the call first. Confusion washed over her almost immediately, but she nodded respectfully towards her father-in-law. "Gerhardt," she greeted him warmly, but she seemed off even as she greeted the King. Something had startled her -- it was unlike Erani to come here only days after her wedding. Something was wrong. "This is my..." Blue eyes averted to the woman, as though she was thinking. "My mother. Erani." It was the first time she'd called the woman this, even though she had considered her as such for so long. Why was it so hard for her to call her thought? Perhaps the thought of her departed mother's death, though she barely remembered her, was simply too much for her to bear. "What brings you here?" She inquired after a brief pause, eying her. Any other time, she would've rushed forward to embrace her, but now she simply stood still, eyes alight with confusion and curiosity. It was simply too out of character for the woman, and Epiphron would not be comfortable until she found out the meaning for her arrival -- not that she wasn't thrilled to see her. |
