COUNTING STARS

*Lysis* · (This post was last modified: 06-30-2014, 07:27 AM by Lysis.)

Lysis had not been absent, merely late to the meeting. She felt entirely unsurprised that the scene that had begun to unfold was unpleasant. The babe would not approach initially; she was content to watch the bickering and quarreling from afar, amazed at how childish some of her family truly was, unconcerned with the threat of familial collapse, merely amused by her father's sudden presence and the chaos he always seemed to bring. Hazel green eyes glimmered from her spot behind a massive pine tree, concealed by it's wide trunk and thick branches. Only when Athena spoke would she dare make her presence known, slipping quietly into the fray, the epitome of grace and femininity despite her slightly undersized frame.

Her initial instinct was to run to Drashiel's side, to press her head delicately into his shoulder and to find comofort in his familiar presence. But something about him had changed, that much was obvious, and so no longer felt comfortable turning to him so quickly. He seemed distant now, so far from her, as though in another world entirely. Instead, she foudnd her attention straying to Kyarst, who sat stone-faces and brooding. She wondered where his thoughts lie, and moved to greet him with a tender nudge to his shoulder.

Sweet gaze would dance to the wolves that had gathered, only pausing on her father as she wondered if he truly would hurt Kyung. Isardis had never been known as someone who didn't keep his promises - she couldn't imagine why that might change now. "Seems we have a nice view," she commentec under her breath to Kyarst, briefly eyeing Drashiel with curiousity bubbling in her bright gaze. "Small wonder that our father has finally decided to show his face." Her words only held a trace of bitterness; she loved him despite his scarcity, and was hardly able to be angry at him over somethinng out of his control.

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