IN THE DARK
08-11-2014, 06:14 PM
Her mind is numb to the cold, but her body isn't. The drizzle penetrates her thick coat and she shivers. She blinks as she scents another, and her head raises slowly. Drashiel. Seeing him, flashes her back to the night where she lost her litter, her children. Her breath catches in her throat, and she lets it out shakily as he speaks. The soft contact of his nuzzle against her cheek, relaxes her and she finds herself gazing uncertainly at him for a moment. His latter question elicits a nod from her. She stands there nearly awkwardly, unsure if its an invitation to cross the border. The Queen isn't sure of anything anymore. "T-thank you, Drash." She whispers, shortening his name, as if she's to uncertain to speak it all. The proud queen must seem a sight, nearly throwing herself upon the mercy of her younger brother. She just doesn't know where else to go. Part of her craves her father's comforting presence, yet the rest doesn't want to disappoint him in her loss if his grandchildren. She feels hopeless and lost, and the words finally escape her. "I failed Drash. I failed." She whispers, her head hanging low. A lone crystalline tear dances from her violet eyes, as she looks at the ground dejectedly. Would anything ever be alright again? |