Tell Me More [Tel]

The answer was there before the young girl began to speak, but Aurielle listened patiently, intently, taking it in, and the automatic conclusions were that either this girl’s parents had abandoned her for some cultural reason – and that was the better case scenario to the idea that someone could care so little for their daughter that they’d leave a barely weaned pup on her own in the world – or… they had been killed while out hunting. Gods she hoped that was the case, as heartbreaking as it would have been.

An outside hope was that they’d been taken by slavers and might someday free themselves or be freed, or had been swept away in a storm. Maybe they’d make it back one day, relieved that their girl was alive and safe.

“I hope they’ll be back one day, too.” She’d been through the loss of a parent like that, at least partially, wondering if her mother would come back, if her brother would make it back… her eyes lifted, scanning instinctively, but not finding him. He was never there when she looked up from what she was doing as the thought of her twin crossed her mind. But… someday, maybe he would be, and with him a lovely wife and kids… or a husband and adopted children. Either way she’d be elated…

She drew in a breath and looked down at the girl again, studying her closely before she asked, “Would you like to join Valhalla? We can provide you with a home, food, safe dens, and an education. And… maybe one day, you can show your mother and father how much you’ve grown, and what you’ve learned.”

Ardyn, she knew, would approve of the offer, and she didn’t doubt her son would take on the role of guide and friend. But it was up to Tel, in the end.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think