The Good Ol' Days
03-13-2015, 07:45 AM
The call that arrested her from near-sleep was startlingly familiar. Epiphron would move slowly at first, head jerking upright as she grew fully conscious. Her eyes would blink, pushing away sleep as she peered outside of her den. It took a long moment for her to realize who was calling her. In fact, she pulled herself to all fours and slipped from the entrance to her den before it hit her. It was Surreal. She hadn't seen Erani, or her children, for so long. Had they even tried to find her? She'd heard that Valhalla had been taken, but the whereabouts of Erani's family had been unknown to everyone she'd spoken to. Slowly, as she grew more alert, her pace would increase into a sort of anxious trot as she closed the distance between she and Surreal. Her gaze was far more unsure than she willed it to be when she finally faced her. Surreal seemed tired, and so much older than she remembered -- she exhaled softly, feeling fatigue suddenly wash over her at the nostalgia that began to flood her. "Surreal?" she would question warily, feeling more hesitant than she ought to. Why was she here? Why hadn't she found her sooner? What had happened to her, their family, to Valhalla and Chrysanthe and Erani? Did she knew that Syrinx was dead? "H-how are you? It's been so long..." her voice faltered, confusion washing over her at the woman's familiar scent. Carefully, she took a few steps forward, daring to close the short distance between them. |
