Like I'm Fighting for Truce in Babylon
10-24-2014, 01:04 PM
Svetlana did not charge her or move to maim, she did not scream or rage or fight. She simply pressed her head into Val's shoulder, and the older fae found herself far too startled to move. What... was this? Valeriya, on instinct though with no lack of desire to comfort her once-lost sibling, craned her own neck so that she might rest her jaw atop Svet's head. A silent hug, until the pale replica of their mother began to speak. The apology came once, and then again and again. The emotion in her tone sent pained shivers through Valeriya's chest, mourning the obvious suffering her sweet sister had undergone. Why are we all such broken things, she thought with great mourning. "Ssh," she said at last, in barely more than a whisper. "You don't need to apologize. You're here, and that's all that matters." One down, and three to go. Their mother, Sindri and Sigmarr, all gone. For how long Val could not say, and until then the gods had been ignoring her prayers. Korrin spoke of the trouble Svetlana had faced in her travels, and it was a painful thing to hear. At last she said to Svetlana, "No matter where you go and what you do, you will always be my sister, and you will always have a place with us. With me. Your family, Svet." She didn't have the words to convey her intent. Never mind Ebony, and bugger their whole lineage. The two of them, their three siblings, would always be home if they were together. That was how it was supposed to work. |
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