Dedicated analysis
08-20-2014, 07:02 PM
there's no surrender, 'cause there's no retreat When Quelt had asked for her to meet him here, Serra had agreed without question. She had some things to tell him too, after all, and having some time with just her brother was a pleasant idea. He belonged to her now more than ever, in the aftermath of Irune's challenge. Whatever he chose to do, however, Serra would support him - even if he left Abaven behind to follow his love. She could understand that, she supposed, for she had left her family behind for him. She was devoted to him like he was devoted to Irune like Irune was devoted to her father. It was a vicious cycle, in Serra's eyes. With that thought in mind, the platinum wolfess gave a soft snort, clearing her throat as she approached her brother slowly. "Quelt." she greeted him with a wave of her tail. Her voice was cooler than it might have been in other circumstances, perhaps, but other than that Serra seemed perfectly happy to see her brother. He was her Quelt after all, and she would love him until the end of time, no matter what he chose to do. The fact that they might be talking about anything other than Quelt leaving (or doing something, at least, about Irune leaving them) had not even occurred to Serra. The wolfess truly thought that she knew what this conversation would be about, for to her, it was only obvious that he would be going after his companion. That was how family worked, right? Nothing else could make sense to her. Speech, |