Wayward

Atreyu leaned into her brother for support as she came up beside him, listening to his sorrow-filled voice as he spoke to her. Yes, Vayne would have approved of her choice to bring paints today, he liked to be prepared. All of that preparedness didn't help him against the worm though, a thought Atreyu instantly began to sob over. Images of his form being dragged into that gaping maw...the sounds it had made as the worm devoured him whole... Atreyu closed her trademark eyes, tears rolling down her face at the wretched memory. Holding out a paw for one of the tools Oath said he brought, the spotted band leader tried to give a reassuring smile to her brother. "You are good with these, we'll have him out of there in no time." Once he handed her the tool, Atreyu would move to the other side of the branch, beginning the long job of freeing Vayne's likeness from the tree.

The lump in her throat threatened to choke her until Oath's voice cut through her mourning fogged brain, his words causing her to try and swallow through the pain. She wasn't feeling the best after the experience at Forgotten Isle, but had chalked it up to stress and nerves. She was never afraid of anything, but that worm had her nervous. What if it came back for the rest of them? What if it hadn't actually died? "I just hope it helps him reach momma and dad, maybe Kiska knew he would need them in the Summerlands." She was trying to rationalize the losses of both her parents and her brother in one short year, trying not to be angry at the gods for taking so much from their family.

"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'