The Good Ol' Days
04-20-2015, 06:43 AM
The rage inside her chest slowly subdued as the full reality of Surreal's words hit her. Erani was dead. Gone. She'd never gotten the chance to say goodbye -- hell, she hadn't even seen her for nearly three years. At least she had been there for Syrinx when he'd died, even if she hadn't exactly said goodbye. A sigh left her lips, bordering on a sob, but she struggled to compose herself. Epiphron was grateful she had passed peacefully but that still wasn't enough to soothe her suddenly tumultuous mind. She didn't know much of what had happened to Valhalla. It'd been taken.. she'd not only lost most of her children, but her pack too, and it seemed she had never recovered. "I haven't seen Chrysanthe in so long," she admitted quietly. "And Syrinx was killed." If Surreal knew of his demise, she wasn't sure, but the admittance came warily and her voice was once again wrought with pain. She'd left them with a message. Curious, her ears would perk as she listened. Epiphron had learned some of Erani's language long ago, but not nearly as much as she would've liked. How could she have, given how her life had gone? As a girl she had lost her mother, had been forced to flee her home along with the rest of her family.. her childhood had felt surprising brief. Not long after becoming a yearling, she'd been enraptured with the possibility of being a Queen, not at all focused on learning native tongues. Now, though, she wished she had cared more. "I.. I don't understand most of it," the pale woman would admit with some hesitation. Something about love? The rest was lost on her, despite her struggle to recall the words she'd been taught. |
