Hoping
10-25-2013, 01:43 AM
Walk | Talk | Think The Valhallan refugees had made it to Seracia and were given the asylum as promised, though it only alleviated a little of Ashtoreth's worries. While it meant she and those others who would or could not fight in the war were safe and clear of harm's way, they were far from the battlefield and the immediate news of how their pack faired, and until one of the warring factions claimed victory they were stuck here in unfamiliar territory simply waiting it all out. As much as she appreciated the kindness of the Seracians for opening their home to their neighbor - even with Epiphron's ties - it still was not home to the grey hunter, and it only made her wonder what those plains, valleys, and sparse forests would look like once they were allowed to return. Almost as soon as they had arrived, she had been looking over her shoulder, peering toward the border in the hopes of seeing a familiar face come to collect them, to tell them that home was safe, that they could return and be reunited with their families and loved ones again. But it would take much longer than that, of that she was certain. The battle was sure to be a difficult and lengthy one considering all that had led up to it. She could hardly expect someone to come for them so soon. Yet still she found herself looking, watching, waiting. It was nerve wracking. Most importantly, she worried over Leon. Their last conversation and the impact of it was still a heavy weight upon her heart, eating up at her every moment she was away from him, wondering in what state he would be in when he finally did manage to return to her. Would he be sound? Would he be injured? Would he be defeated and broken? Confident and victorious? Would he return at all? Will I get to tell him? It all made her sick to her stomach, made it near impossible for her to relax and comfort the other refugees let alone herself. But there was nothing she could do. She was stranded, stuck far from the battle where she had thought she wished to be all along. Now, however, she was not so certain. She did the only thing she could in her present situation. While the rest of the group remained together inside Seracia, mingling with those of the pack who were doing their best to comfort the displaced Valhallans, Ashtoreth took to sticking close to the border along the western edge though not so close as to invite intruders or alert them to her presence. She told herself it was merely out of habit, patrolling to keep her body and mind busy, but even she knew this was a lie. It was too early, but still she hoped to see them, any one of them, a Valhallan coming to call them home. And, though she dared not even think of it, she hoped to see Leon returned to her as swiftly as he could. |