Beckoning Fire

She could swear she was shaking now. She'd never really felt like this before save for the nights she was very young and learning to survive on her own. Only this time...Ardyn was here to try and comfort her. He leaned into her to brush shoulders, his fiery tail flicking against her and she took a little comfort in knowing she wasn't alone. First, he heard the possible voice of his grandfather...and now she was hearing voices that weren't familiar to her ears, but deep down inside, she felt like she should know them. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to make sense of it, but her fear and confusion made it near impossible. “Whoever – whatever – you are, what do you want? Why are you here?”

Ardyn's voice demanded an answer, and reluctantly, she opened her eyes and tried to still her breath to see if what they were hearing would answer him. The voice she heard had grown faint. Almost to nothing more than the faintest of whispers...and then out of nowhere, it sounded like someone was screaming in her ear. It was a blood-curdling scream full of pain and sadness. A sudden intense wave of sadness washed over Tel then, and without realizing it, tears started to roll down her cheeks. "W...why are they so sad...?" She whispered in a quiet tone.