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RE: Spill your secrets old man - Jessie - Nov 05, 2016 [dohtml]
{Jessie end} RE: Spill your secrets old man - Drestig - Dec 26, 2016 [dohtml] Suddenly everything moved very fast. It seemed his words had spurred something in the girl, determination radiating off her as she rattled off words in that manner that appeared to be common for her. Drestig frowned, mixed feelings stirring within him as he tried to follow along. She was leaving. Despite his offer she wouldn't be staying, as he'd said he could understand, she'd come here for family, they weren't that. But apparently she was leaving right now, right this instant. Silvered brows shot upwards, tongue uncharacteristically tied as Lena offered her goodbyes. She'd practically stumbled onto their borders with all this world-altering news, and now she was already on her way again. There were so many questions buzzing around his head, heart pounding anxiously. Even if he had been able to speak, he didn't know what to say. It wasn't right to hold her back, everyone in the Bend needed to learn the news as well; And they were why she came… A quiver by his shoulder shifted the dark man's attention, ember eyes drifting to his salt-and-pepper companion. Like himself, she had been shaken by the news, actually she looked even more rattled, and the fact it showed at all was a tell tale sign of how deep her shock had been. Serach and Sceral had been young back when he joined Oak Tree Bend, but she had known them from birth, had known and cared for their father and mother even before then. The news of Sceral alive and out there, with a family of his own, might seem happy, but with it came memories of the ghost they had left behind, of countless things they had come here to get away from. With a tightness in his chest, Drestig reached out for his mate, curling his head over hers as she lightly brushed his shoulder. Oblivious to their grief, Lena had already turned her nose east, dainty form quickly growing smaller against the horizon; Maybe that's better… He mused to himself, raising his head briefly to call a belated goodbye: "Be careful!" His hoarse voice broke off before he could add any more, but as her silhouette faded, he wished silently: And come back! Then he turned back to Jessie, caressing her cheek in comfort. It would take them a while to get over this. Word count: 389 "Speech" Thoughts |