Sinking Drinking Feeling

*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 12-03-2013, 12:06 PM by Epiphron.)

There was so much to discuss, and yet Epiphron couldn't help but feel a vague desire to forgo all conversation and instead do something childish, such as wrestle with her kin, and then curl up and sleep in the sunlight. As though they were merely pups again. Nothing would ever be quite so easy, of that she was sure -- but the tugging desire for things to return to such a simple state seemed all too pressing lately. And yet a further glance at Chrysanthe told her that it would never, in fact, be possible. The two of them had duties and obligations that they could never renounce. The two of them, though different in character in many ways, were both too determined and steadfast -- like their father, who had lived fully to his last days, never once stepping down from his role as Adravendi patriarch.

So it was the Queen that had blinded her sister, not Isardis -- but it didn't really matter; a Glaciem had done it to her. "I.. am glad worse did not befall you." Her words were pained, but oh so genuine. "Though you look rather..." she struggled for the words, forcing a smile onto her pursed lips. "...invincible now. Quite the warrior, if I do say so myself." Even if she was not her sister, Chrysanthe was not anyone Epiphron would want to pick a fight with. Though she had never seen the Valhalla leader in a fight, she could only imagine the kind of damage she could do if her strength was anywhere close to the size of her heart.

"So I have heard," she would beginning, pulling away to listen to her sister speak. "Syrinx did visit me, though his time here was brief. I made him promise he would return Bronze and Themisto if they did not return sooner." She had previously hoped Chrysanthe would handle it, but seeing her sister in such a state made her feel guilty for even thinking about confronting her about it. Suddenly she wished to beg her to stay here, to forget about the two warriors who had so selflessly offered themselves to fight for their ally; and yet she would stifle that more selfish part of herself, working up the strength to speak again. "If you are worried about endangering Seracia, please do not be. Last season a woman sought refuge here, one of Isardis's claims; our lead Ambassador wanted desperately to protect her, but Maverick released her. I can only hope they remember that we want no trouble with them." But sending warriors to fight for Valhalla had been a possibly dangerous move -- though who knew if Glaciem had any idea they were Seracians. They had been in Valhalla for some time and their scent was like similar to the rest of the warriors that had been in the siege. "Azalea visited, as well." Her words grew a bit more somber, less agitated -- how badly she wished her niece was a child again, young and naive, oblivious to the horrors of the world that she had been confronted with far too soon.

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