home inspection
Tyrian
09-12-2020, 11:13 PM
Every bone in her body was telling Aryn to run, but each slow step he took seemed to be twice her own and she knew that no escape was possible. For a brief fleeting moment she considered fighting him off, but the idea was as laughable as any that she'd had since stepping towards Fireside's border. Regardless she clung to hope, desperate to get herself out of this inhumane punishment when Tyrian put towards her a question that lodged itself right into Aryn's heart.
Her paws grew still and she sighed, turning her head once more and blinking rapidly to force away the tears that pricked behind her eyes. "One." She whispered bitterly in response. He'd beaten her in this, she knew it as well as he did. Tyrian's next sentence brought her to spare him another glance, her eyes narrowing into the smallest, most defiant glare. It was a low blow although the king surely did not mean it to be - Aryn's reluctance to maim or murder animals was the main reason she felt a burden to Lirim, 'you can handle this' was something she'd told herself often and regardless of the mantra she never had been able to overcome her aversion to violence.
Aryn looked back towards the distant herd, once more to Tyrian and then back once more. "Show me where I'll be sleeping, then." She murmured hastily, trying to confirm for him with as few words as possible that she'd do as he asked. Too much out of her mouth and she worried the tears would start to fall.
Her paws grew still and she sighed, turning her head once more and blinking rapidly to force away the tears that pricked behind her eyes. "One." She whispered bitterly in response. He'd beaten her in this, she knew it as well as he did. Tyrian's next sentence brought her to spare him another glance, her eyes narrowing into the smallest, most defiant glare. It was a low blow although the king surely did not mean it to be - Aryn's reluctance to maim or murder animals was the main reason she felt a burden to Lirim, 'you can handle this' was something she'd told herself often and regardless of the mantra she never had been able to overcome her aversion to violence.
Aryn looked back towards the distant herd, once more to Tyrian and then back once more. "Show me where I'll be sleeping, then." She murmured hastily, trying to confirm for him with as few words as possible that she'd do as he asked. Too much out of her mouth and she worried the tears would start to fall.