Let it go
ft.Torin
06-16-2020, 08:20 AM
As time passed she felt less and less foreigner in Lirim. At the beginning of her stay,she felt an stranger,someone out of the pack's essence. And because of that she never strived to build closer relationships with anyone,limiting herself to stay on her own world.Just doing what she had to to,and that was the end of the story.Another limitation issue was her reserved nature,one that made of her someone who kept things to herself,only speaking if necessary but never with the intentions of building bonds with others.But as time passed she felt different, different as she now was a bit more open to conversations and trying to emphasize with those she now shared her space with,and Torin himself was becoming her friend even if she she sometimes didnt notice such thing. "I guess, i am not used to showing my emotions.I was taught to suppress them in order to survive." She explained but unlike in any other times, her voice wasnt as cold as it was used to."My family was of nomads, surviving was the first priority,and my mother told me emotions could stand on the way and make someone die,die upon allowing the emotions to take control over common sense," This was the first time she shared some of her past with someone. "But i guess i am leaving some of those believes but being a warrior brings a similar situation." She said for then, listening to what her leader wished to say. "I haven't had a chance to tell the pack yet but my father passed on a few nights ago..." Ears pinned a bit upon hearing such tragedy. Losing someone was tough but herself maybe would never be in the position of sharing grief with others,she was taught to endure hardship and accept death as part of her existence. She had witnessed several deaths, deaths of close family and others. But now she didn't know what to say, she wasnt as tactful as others."I am sorry about your loss,I may be a stranger to you and your family but ill like to say that he may now is in a better place. May he be welcomed into the Valhalla's gates to enjoy an eternity of celebration and glory...." She said, within her own traditions. Closing her eyes for brief instants to give the fallen the respect he deserved. When she was done she looked back at Torin. As he thanked her for her help. "It's a pleasure for me to be of assistance for you and the pack.It's me who should thank you,you gave me a home.This is the last minimum i can do to repay and thank you for all you have done, and you'll have my support until my last breath. That's a promise." She said before falling silent in case he wished to speak. "Speak" |
Eir wears a Santa Claus' coat that has the typical red,white and black colors. She wears it all the time.