with lavender on her grave
06-24-2019, 07:10 PM
It wasn't often their dad called for all of them. Verse had been secretly nosing through Vail's herb stash, looking for anything that might make her condition better. All she wanted was to be able to be seen as someone capable of doing what Rhyme did. All she wanted was to be exactly like her dad. Even if no one else ever saw the strength in her she wanted to at least try to prove it.
She sighed as she found nothing though, she'd kept her dad waiting long enough anyway. He wanted them all three for what ever reason. She exited Vail and Solor's den. They hadn't been in so she took it upon herself to look on her own, though she would never admit it herbs confused her and every single one smelled too similar. She bet that even Noir would of been able to do it but he had no interest. He was only interested in being in the spotlight, which she was okay with.
She approached slowly, unable to see at first what her father was doing. All she was able to see was Shaye and Rhyme cuddling. A soft sigh passed her lips. She had long suspected that dad had loved Shaye more than mom, but she wasn't about to say anything, she loved both her parents dearly. Shaye she was still wary of though, ever since that day on the border she had been. She cleared her throat, sure they would separate before the other two showed up. No reason to make them feel inferior to Shaye's own two children. She moved in then, her eyes finally finding the bloody red cloak. Inside was an unmistakable scent, her mother with the tang of blood. Her heart dropped, as her eyes went directly to Shaye first. No signs of blood there, it was not her handiwork then. Ears bent back as she stopped in her tracks over her mother's wrapped up body. A whine passed her lips. she had never blamed her mom for leaving, she knew the truth. Where was Alma? Basil? She looked up at rhyme her eyes pleading him to tell her where the sweet babysitters she had once known were. They had never left Tana's side, she knew that.
Tears spilled freely from her eyes as she came to grips with this truth. Tana had left yes but she was their mother. She couldn't even understand why someone would harm someone so small and frail. She could only imagine how her siblings might react, they who had been hurt most because they didn't know what she did. She sat down with her eyes on the bloodied cloak. She could smell the blood, and the scent of the perpetrator but she just didn't understand.
She sighed as she found nothing though, she'd kept her dad waiting long enough anyway. He wanted them all three for what ever reason. She exited Vail and Solor's den. They hadn't been in so she took it upon herself to look on her own, though she would never admit it herbs confused her and every single one smelled too similar. She bet that even Noir would of been able to do it but he had no interest. He was only interested in being in the spotlight, which she was okay with.
She approached slowly, unable to see at first what her father was doing. All she was able to see was Shaye and Rhyme cuddling. A soft sigh passed her lips. She had long suspected that dad had loved Shaye more than mom, but she wasn't about to say anything, she loved both her parents dearly. Shaye she was still wary of though, ever since that day on the border she had been. She cleared her throat, sure they would separate before the other two showed up. No reason to make them feel inferior to Shaye's own two children. She moved in then, her eyes finally finding the bloody red cloak. Inside was an unmistakable scent, her mother with the tang of blood. Her heart dropped, as her eyes went directly to Shaye first. No signs of blood there, it was not her handiwork then. Ears bent back as she stopped in her tracks over her mother's wrapped up body. A whine passed her lips. she had never blamed her mom for leaving, she knew the truth. Where was Alma? Basil? She looked up at rhyme her eyes pleading him to tell her where the sweet babysitters she had once known were. They had never left Tana's side, she knew that.
Tears spilled freely from her eyes as she came to grips with this truth. Tana had left yes but she was their mother. She couldn't even understand why someone would harm someone so small and frail. She could only imagine how her siblings might react, they who had been hurt most because they didn't know what she did. She sat down with her eyes on the bloodied cloak. She could smell the blood, and the scent of the perpetrator but she just didn't understand.
"Speech"