amnesia

N/A · 10-15-2014, 07:29 PM

Her violet eyes studied the russet queen and sister opposite her- and she thought back to her own battle wounds. Her own flawless beauty had been marred by a hag- and though the cry for battle flooded in her veins- she also held a sense of vanity. Sibelle was marred- and through her own vain eyes, Roman couldn't help but wonder if queen questioned her own beauty? Did she feel the same way about her injuries that Roman had? Did she feel less beautiful? However, vain she was, Roman didn't speak in response- she merely grunted an agreement.

Sibelle spoke again, and Roman chuckled before responding. "The North holds little for me these days." She spoke quietly, her voice wavering slightly. She loathed staying in the arctic wasteland- when every tree- every rock reminded her of what she had lost. "How have things been for you?" She questioned softly, her eyes glancing over her half-sister. So much had changed in these past months, and she wondered what Sibelle had been up too.

Greek Speak -- Roman Speak

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