04-16-2018, 08:26 PM
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T hey are clearly upset, looking as though the world has shifted under their feet. Wound wants to soothe them with whatever resources she might have. She’s always been one to comfort the hurt and protect the weak. As Durotan speaks of his family (at least what she assumes is his family) her eyes turn toward the young children playing nearby. Her heart aches for them — for the sudden loss of their home, for the sudden uprooting of their lives, for the sudden dissonance they must feel.She forces her eyes away from the petite violet children just as Warrick lands nearby. The tension in her shoulders melts away, glad for his presence. The situation is tense, thick in the air around them, but Wound finds a moment to lightly press a touch of her lips to her companion’s bay shoulder. She’s glad to have Warrick’s own words come out to soothe the once-Queen and her family. Wound knows her Overseer well enough to figure he wouldn’t be one to turn down those in need, but a piece of her had still wondered. Although Beqanna’s political climate has been peaceful and quiet for some time now, there have also been thunderclouds in the distance which now have seemed to open above their heads. A gentle smile finds her mouth. Wound wouldn’t turn down refugees from times of despair. “Rest assured your children will be safe in Tephra… Though I would remind them to be cautious of lava-streams spread sporadically throughout the island. I know my daughter’s been subject to quite a few singed heels from her carelessness.” It’s a word of wisdom straight from a mother’s mouth. Her eyes turn to meet Warrick’s at the mentioning of their daughter, a sensation of brief sadness gripping her chest. Nonetheless, she meets Durotan and Krone’s faces with another comforting smile, looking over their forlorn expressions. |
credit to nat of adoxography.
@[Durotan] @[Krone] @[Warrick]