What is home?
12-07-2014, 04:37 PM
The voice of a ghost reached her ears and while she'd been expecting it, it still caused her to tense. He sounded so much older, so very different than the last time she'd heard him speak. Still, his identity wasn't easily forgotten. "Kassander," she said simply, her tone nearly without inflection. There was no emotion to it, his name merely a statement, a confirmation that yes, it was her and yes, she knew who he was. He rushed towards her and she went ridged. Of course she knew he meant her no harm, but that did little to stop the rise of her defenses. She did not want to be touched. God help him if he tried to touch her. Sindri didn't want to be soothed. She didn't want to be comforted or coddled, she just wanted everything to go back to normal. Part of her wanted to tell him not to make a big deal out of it, but she couldn't bring herself to voice the words for fear of stoking his curiosity. "Sigmarr is with me." Suddenly he was there, gliding up beside her and instinctively Sindri flinched, her ears flattening briefly before she caught herself and forced her body to relax. Thankfully there was space between them. It wasn't fear of the brute that caused her to tense, but an unexplainable distrust of sudden movements. Her fear curdled quickly and was replaced with contempt. She wanted to bite him, to lash out and punish him for sneaking up her... a feeling that soon melted as she forced herself to accept that the problem wasn't with him, but with her. He was not at fault. Speaking -- Thinking |
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