The Burdens of the Tides
03-30-2013, 08:47 PM
She seemed to truly listen. Not the sort of half listening that most were skilled at, but a true form of listening that was rare to find and wonderful to possess. The King felt like talking more, but remained silent for wanting of her own story, or even just a response to his. This was very much a two-sided conversation, and Gerhart would not be the one to forget that. She gave an apology, noting the turmoils he'd gone through and that she too had faced the volcano's fiery wrath. So, she was of the old land.. the land of fire. Gerhardt's brow raised with immediate interest. His children had been born in the land of fire, perhaps she had known their family, their pack? "You survived the eruption, you say? Tell me.. did you know of a pack called..." he trailed off momentarily, trying to recall the name. "Talutah, I think it was?" Yes, that sounded right. He knew nothing of it, only that the children's father had bore similar markings to them, and their mother carried the bright red that Valkis now wore. They had been dead when he'd found them, their children still by some miracle alive and well. The woman then lapsed into her own story, a tale he would listen to with much curiosity. Glaciem had fared well in the subject of war, but she.. not so much. She spoke for a while, every word reverberating in the King's cranium. She had faced so much in her hears, he could scarcely imagine how she'd come out of it all so very... normal. So very kind. He supposed the strong of spirit could do such things, but he'd never met anyone who'd been through so much and still turned out so splendidly. Respect grew for the woman as she finished off her tale. For a moment a silence fell over them, the monarch being unable to form a suitable response. Then, he spoke what he could. "I can only imagine the horrors you have faced. What I cannot imagine, however, is how strong you must have been - and must still be - to have gotten through all of that and stayed so pleasant." Pleasant wasn't the exact word he was going for, but it would work for the time being. He would glance at her with amethyst eyes. "You are truly a remarkable woman." Not a hint of seduction lingered in those words, that was not his intent. Instead, a sense of awe would fall over his features, and whisper through his speech, lacing each word. "speeeeech" |
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