The world is what we make it
05-18-2019, 09:12 PM
Eris Pyre Lament's familiarity managed to ease her heart-pain a little bit, but it was just a bandage on an open wound. It would need stitches, staples - something stronger. Although the feeling of him ruffling her coat was a balm on her weary soul, it didn't make up for the long, terrifying nights she had spent alone since they'd left their homeland - and her - behind. Tracking them as far as she had was one of the great trials of her life. Not since she'd been left outside of her family den to wither and die had she felt so helpless and alone. And still, she had persevered. She had made it. Eris tried to muster some confidence and signed her own smile in response to his. All they could do was wait for Ballad to arrive. As their sister approached cautiously, Eris stayed close to Lament. Maybe if she could prove her familiarity with their brother, it would set Ballad at ease. The small she-wolf flicked her ears back and forth, unsure where to begin. "Ballad," she finally began, her voice cracking. "I finally found you, sister." If only there was a way to shock the both of them back to reality. What had wreaked such havoc on their brains? And where was their tutor? "How are you faring?" Eris added. Although she was unable to see the other female's body language, the emotion that quavered in their brother's name was enough to let her know that Ballad was a little worse for wear. "Oh, Tor help us, we have to untangle this mess... what do you remember? Even if it's just pieces - colors, smells, sounds. You would be surprised what clues just those simple things might give!" If anyone could piece together a puzzle that didn't have any real pieces, it would be Eris. |