Dead hearts are everywhere
08-03-2015, 04:57 PM
Before anyone else could speak, the youngest girl spoke up. She looked like she was on the verge of a breakdown - her expression was stubborn and frustrated, her eyes full of tears - and her words only further proved her anger. Once she might have been tempted to provoke the child, perhaps in her youth, but she knew too well the pain of leaving a place that she had called home and it seemed very well like this child was suffering enough without being taunted. Epiphron also knew she could say little to soothe the girl's pain. Instead, she would offer her silence as she moved to sulk to the side, averting her gaze back to the presumed mother. She was quick to apologize for her daughter, though Epiphron would shake her head dismissively. "I take no offense," she offered gently, offering a faint smile, knowing Alamea was likely more stressed than she let on. "These lands are an acquired taste, that I am aware of," she offered with a slow flick of her tail. The woman was quick to explain her purpose. A home, perhaps a temporary one at best, until her husband returned. "You are certainly welcome in Fiori - all of you," her gaze would fall to each of them, even Sarai, as she invited them into their home. "I only ask you to let us know when you are ready to part. I think, though, that you will find refuge here, as I have." The smile she wore was gentle, but genuine, and she assessed them quietly to see what they had to say. |
