07-18-2020, 09:10 PM
Truthfully, Ciri had never given too much thought to the head that hangs above their heads as they sleep. It had always just seemed like a normal part of life to her, and had been there since the day Father and Gar had brought Frenzy home. Maybe she had just assumed it was the spoils from one of their hunts, as Gar is the only one with the same gnashing teeth as Father - he was the prodigal son, for all Ciri knew. She is beginning to learn, however, that her innocence breeds ignorance, and when Gar bares his fangs to the fillies, she shies away from him in fear.
Tarte’s head finds its way to Ciri’s shoulder and she counteracts the anger flowing off of the magenta filly with a wave of peace, hoping to soothe her brother and her angry new friend. What Tarte suggests next stuns the blue-and-gold girl, and she turns to look at Tarte with fear and wonder in her eyes. Run away? The thought excites the filly - she has never assumed for a life outside of the East, after all - and her golden tail twitches as she glances between the two, wondering if Gar will approve of the idea.
We’ll go north, he says decisively, and Cirilla trembles with nerves. “You’ll have to go first, Yadigar,” she whispers, knowing that Father’s rage will be great when he realizes his eldest son has disappeared. “It’ll be safest for you. I will guard myself from him, and Tarte and I will join you as soon as it is safe to leave once more. Perhaps Mother with hatch him another daughter, and he will be so enamored with her that he will not notice me leave as well.” She swallows hard at the thought, not wanting to subject any more of her siblings to their Father’s abuse - but she knows that a girl will be treated much better than a son. Gar has made that obvious.
“What about Phyx?” she adds, worry bright in her eyes as she thinks of their triplet. Frenzy, too, but Ciri has a feeling that their littler sister leaves a bad taste in Gar’s mouth, and so she doesn’t mention the galaxy-marked girl.
Tarte’s head finds its way to Ciri’s shoulder and she counteracts the anger flowing off of the magenta filly with a wave of peace, hoping to soothe her brother and her angry new friend. What Tarte suggests next stuns the blue-and-gold girl, and she turns to look at Tarte with fear and wonder in her eyes. Run away? The thought excites the filly - she has never assumed for a life outside of the East, after all - and her golden tail twitches as she glances between the two, wondering if Gar will approve of the idea.
We’ll go north, he says decisively, and Cirilla trembles with nerves. “You’ll have to go first, Yadigar,” she whispers, knowing that Father’s rage will be great when he realizes his eldest son has disappeared. “It’ll be safest for you. I will guard myself from him, and Tarte and I will join you as soon as it is safe to leave once more. Perhaps Mother with hatch him another daughter, and he will be so enamored with her that he will not notice me leave as well.” She swallows hard at the thought, not wanting to subject any more of her siblings to their Father’s abuse - but she knows that a girl will be treated much better than a son. Gar has made that obvious.
“What about Phyx?” she adds, worry bright in her eyes as she thinks of their triplet. Frenzy, too, but Ciri has a feeling that their littler sister leaves a bad taste in Gar’s mouth, and so she doesn’t mention the galaxy-marked girl.
cirilla
my sky's not blue, it's violent rain.
my sky's not blue, it's violent rain.
@[Tarte]@[yadigar]