Searching for Safety
08-08-2014, 10:57 AM
Walk | Talk | Think She had never anticipated seeing someone from home. Olympus had been something completely unrelated to Valhalla, a neighbor and nothing more, and when the pack had been set free she had assumed the lot of them to have scattered to each end of Alacritia, searching for sanctuary in places that were far from the memories, far from their pasts. It had never once occurred to her that another might have already set himself on a similar road to the one she had chosen, might have bypassed all the troubles that she and the others had had as rogues. But the moment the large, blue-eyed man walked her way, the quiet course he cut through the grasses directed at her, she did a double take and stared in open surprise. Was it possible he had grown even larger since last she had seen him, or had she possibly shrunk more under the weight of her new troubles? He projected such a large, imposing figure even in his calm gait, the seriousness about his face only adding to the intimidation of his stare. And his jaw, teeth and bone exposed for all to see, even now unsettled her in its strangeness. But still he was not unfamiliar, and it seemed she was not unfamiliar to him either. He addressed her by name, surprising her that he should know it, and said nothing more, assuming, she thought, that it would be enough. Somehow it was. They might not have been related by blood, but Syrinx was an Adravendi, the family that she had taken as her own when finally she and Leon had made their vows. He was a representation of all of them, those that had been a part of her life since she had joined Valhalla, and unexpectedly seeing him was almost like seeing a friend amid complete strangers. "Syrinx." His name was spoken almost in disbelief, her gaze somewhat mirroring her daughter's as her eyes went wide. What should she expect from him? She had never truly known him, not on a personal level and hardly on any others. What station did he hold here? Why was he here? Confusion was evident as she glanced between him and the tall, stately woman who had first greeted her. The anxious hunter leaned slightly toward her children, an unconscious gesture to both comfort and seek it in knowing they were still safe and close. "You live here?" Was it too much to think he might vouch for her, to help her acquire a place in this pack he seemingly belonged to? Surely the silent plea was in her eyes, but she could not yet bring herself to voice it, afraid to hear how pitiful and utterly helpless it would sound to them all. |
Current time: 11-23-2024, 01:53 PM
Powered By MyBB, © 2002-2024 MyBB Group.
