Fiona was slow to rouse when the commotion began, slow to focus on the crowd gathering at the entrance to the citadel and the small creatures that accompanied them. At the sight of the furry animals there was a flash in her thoughts, a flash of red fur and a sound of warning. A rush of hot, hot light and the sound of glass breaking. A shiver broke out across her skin and to hide it the flower girl pushed herself to standing, legs quivering, heart ambling, and followed the sound of voices. She stepped carefully around the sea of gophers, though they only seemed interested in getting away from the outside and into the warmth.
Even her, eyes dark with pain and skin flush with fever, ached for them and no doubt the homes they have lost. You have lost one too said a voice in her head that should not belong to her but does. Fiona turned her head away and looked instead to the others. Asterion, Israfel, a member of the Halcyon, who carries one of the gophers on her back. And then there is Atreus, his golden eyes as discerning as she’s always known them, and the lavender girl only just stops herself from making her way to his side. He had already given so much of his time to her, she did not want to bother him with her presence.
Rather, Fiona makes her way closer to the front to stand near Asterion and the strange grey mare who she does not recognize. A passerby, perhaps? And yet, Fiona thinks there must be more to it than that, for what an unlucky soul to have happened upon this place after such destruction. She is silent as she stands and listens, but oh, is she not always silent? Even her thoughts, however, are quiet. The Champion of Community is a wilted flower, drained and tired and broken, patched together like a quilt but the seams are barely holding her in one piece. But, perhaps, the pique of her curiosity is a sign that there is still life inside her.
Even her, eyes dark with pain and skin flush with fever, ached for them and no doubt the homes they have lost. You have lost one too said a voice in her head that should not belong to her but does. Fiona turned her head away and looked instead to the others. Asterion, Israfel, a member of the Halcyon, who carries one of the gophers on her back. And then there is Atreus, his golden eyes as discerning as she’s always known them, and the lavender girl only just stops herself from making her way to his side. He had already given so much of his time to her, she did not want to bother him with her presence.
Rather, Fiona makes her way closer to the front to stand near Asterion and the strange grey mare who she does not recognize. A passerby, perhaps? And yet, Fiona thinks there must be more to it than that, for what an unlucky soul to have happened upon this place after such destruction. She is silent as she stands and listens, but oh, is she not always silent? Even her thoughts, however, are quiet. The Champion of Community is a wilted flower, drained and tired and broken, patched together like a quilt but the seams are barely holding her in one piece. But, perhaps, the pique of her curiosity is a sign that there is still life inside her.
