i'm coming home
12-09-2014, 09:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-18-2014, 03:07 PM by Lysis.)
Her life had never been particularly exciting, but wandering on her own had been considerably less so; why was it that she felt signifcantly less whole when not surrounded by family? The Armadas were all she had ever known, an abundance of half-siblings, many of which she had never even met. Though she was angry with Kyarst, she truly didn't know where the sudden rush of emotion had come from -- and she wasn't willing to drive him away. Slowly she would relax, no longer coiled as if to spring upon him at a moment's notice, tail no longer flicking in irritation behind her but instead curling gently above her back. Lysis had never known her mother well. She couldn't even recall her voice, nor the sound of her voice. The memory she held of her was dreamlike, tarnished by time and likely not at all an accurate picture of the real woman that had given birth to her. But the vision she felt of her father was real and quite tangible, and even now as she recalled his strength and perseverance she felt an aching in her chest and a restlessness creeping into her veins. The head of their family was gone, the family fractured, though it seemed many of them had found their way to Regium. 'I don't suppose it will ever be the same again,' he noted and slowly she found herself nodding in somber agreement. "It won't be," she said matter-of-factly. It was painful to imagine Isardis being gone for good, and she didn't want to consider it. "I can't imagine he won't come back..." When, though, she wondered? There was no doubt that their family could function without him, but she also knew they owed everything to him -- and with him here again, their potential would only grow. A moment of silence would cloud the woman's mind as she remembered. He had been scarce even during her childhood, perhaps afraid that her sickness would be contagious -- or perhaps afraid that one of his children did not have the strength to survive. She had beat the odds, though it had taken most of her childhood. Slowly she would creep a bit closer to Kyarst again, this time not aiming to strike the same cheek she had nipped at, but offering a lick to her half-brother's face. "I'm still mad," she'd remind him seriously. "But I didn't really mean to hurt you." |