If I Was A Flower
12-02-2013, 06:42 PM
Nothing was right, and part of Epiphron longed to be back in Valhalla, with things returned to how they had been just a year ago. The meeting between the two kin was far too somber for her liking, but it was impossible to show much other than anger and foreboding; nothing was going right, nothing was going as planned. Her sudden burst of anger had been unwarranted, and she relaxed her tense muscles as soon as she saw the surprise that became visible on Azalea's features. "I didn't mean it like that..." she would begin, gaze averting from her niece's own to shift to the distance. Though the thought of Gideon left a bad taste in her mouth, her disliking of him was not exactly on the verge of hating him -- and she had spoken before thinking. "Forgive me. I guess if I had the chance, I'd sooner offer him up to the Glaciem King than you..." Her words were soft and somewhat teasing, and she would force a smile onto her lips. Azalea's disgust at the entire thing was all too obvious, and she shifted to gaze upon her face again. "You are an Adravendi," she would remind her firmly. "This will not be the end of you. I promise." Valhalla would forever protect her, and her children -- and so would Seracia, if she had any say in it. She could only pray silently that Isardis would not come for them and try to claim them as his own. Even if Azalea felt unfit to care for them, she hoped they would somehow remain within Valhalla. "How are your parents?" She would ask abruptly, truly curious. "I won't lie, Azalea -- I have never wished that my father was alive so badly." Everything was going wrong, and she felt incapable of helping anyone, including herself. |
