What is home?
12-23-2014, 10:50 PM
Ah, the inevitable questions. As expected they came. Sindri's ears flicked but she gave no other hint regarding her tremulous emotions. Much had happened since she'd last seen her family. It felt like years, a lifetime even, since she'd been home. She didn't know where to start, didn't even know if she wanted to talk about it. Instinct demanded that she seal that part of herself off and pretend it never happened to prevent further damage. And yet...the little fae was nearly bursting at the seams with a need to be understood. Taking a deep breath, Sindri fixed Kassander with a level gaze. "Hell indeed." For the time being she decided not to talk about it. Saying no more on the matter, she hoped her brother got the hint. He was worried - of course he was - so even though she wasn't hungry, Sindri decided to accept his offer of food. "I am...but don't trouble yourself over it. I can go hunting later," she said, fully expecting him to disregard her words in his need to be useful. Sending him off on an errand would give her some time to gather her thoughts. She needed a breather, a chance to just be alone without fear for the first time in a long time. Speaking -- Thinking |