The world is what we make it

*Lament* · 05-21-2019, 06:54 PM

Lament Pyre

When Ballad appeared, it would be obvious to all that she was handling their forced exile badly. She missed a home and family she did not know, traditions her body yearned for that she couldn’t understand. She was going through something, on top of all this, that Rhythm knew and he did not. He let her keep her secrets, he would not pry them from his close lipped, miserable sister. He could only be there for her, and hope that finding their lost sister would help her.

Eris leaned into him, and he supported her weight easily. She was a tiny wee thing, and he rested his muzzle on her head in a familiar way as he looked to Ballad. Eris spoke first, speaking their sisters name, and asking after them. She spoke of ‘Tor’ and Lament’s ears perked in curiosity at the familiarity to it. His paw tapped against Eris once more, making the motions of his emotions in a way that she could understand. gentle, gentle, fond smile he whispered to her, before kissing her ear, ruffling her coat, and stepping away.

The Ademre wolves were accustomed to close contact, to smaller personal space and being in each others comfort zones. He moved forward to nuzzle Ballad in greeting, before turning his head back to their other sister. “This is our sister Eris, and she has some of the answers we’ve been looking for.” he explained gently.

"Speech"|"Ademic"

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