06-25-2020, 09:38 PM
The three children are a vibrant sight on the Cove’s beaches, but the conversation is about to take a sinister turn.
Tarte explains that her mother was going to ship her away and Ciri audibly gasps, horrified at the thought. Mother would surely put a quick stop to that if Father ever suggested such a thing, especially at such a young age. Ciri can’t imagine what it would be like for her parents to so carelessly toss her away, and she blinks quickly to hide the sympathetic tears that well up in her golden eyes.
Gar ponders if she’ll be able to stay with them in the Cove, and Cirilla giggles at him, nudging him playfully on the shoulder. “Of course she can stay!” she exclaims, her innocence betraying her. “Daddy is the king, he won’t tell her that she has to leave!” She is confident in her words and she grins at Tarte, happy to finally have made a friend outside of her siblings. Father won’t make her leave, of that she’s sure. All Ciri would have to do is give him her famous lopsided grin, and he would be putty.
But the conversation is already sweeping along, and Ciri’s ears flick in confusion. “Are you… reading my mind?” she asks, but Yadigar is snorting and backing away from the two of them, a wave of distress and anger rolling off of him that Ciri cannot keep up with enough to try to quell. I know he does, he says with ears pinned back, continuing on as if the words are not daggers.
When he lifts a wing to display their father’s teeth marks she begins to cry, the tears hot on her cheeks. “Gar, I didn’t know, I swear,” she whimpers, afraid to upset him further. “Mother will put a stop to this, I know she will. We just have to go get her, she won’t let him hurt you anymore, I swear she won’t let it happen again.” How she regrets her private thoughts now, and how effortlessly Tarte had stolen them from her mind. Certainly she had meant no harm, but it feels as though Father’s talons are ripping their way into her chest.
Tarte explains that her mother was going to ship her away and Ciri audibly gasps, horrified at the thought. Mother would surely put a quick stop to that if Father ever suggested such a thing, especially at such a young age. Ciri can’t imagine what it would be like for her parents to so carelessly toss her away, and she blinks quickly to hide the sympathetic tears that well up in her golden eyes.
Gar ponders if she’ll be able to stay with them in the Cove, and Cirilla giggles at him, nudging him playfully on the shoulder. “Of course she can stay!” she exclaims, her innocence betraying her. “Daddy is the king, he won’t tell her that she has to leave!” She is confident in her words and she grins at Tarte, happy to finally have made a friend outside of her siblings. Father won’t make her leave, of that she’s sure. All Ciri would have to do is give him her famous lopsided grin, and he would be putty.
But the conversation is already sweeping along, and Ciri’s ears flick in confusion. “Are you… reading my mind?” she asks, but Yadigar is snorting and backing away from the two of them, a wave of distress and anger rolling off of him that Ciri cannot keep up with enough to try to quell. I know he does, he says with ears pinned back, continuing on as if the words are not daggers.
When he lifts a wing to display their father’s teeth marks she begins to cry, the tears hot on her cheeks. “Gar, I didn’t know, I swear,” she whimpers, afraid to upset him further. “Mother will put a stop to this, I know she will. We just have to go get her, she won’t let him hurt you anymore, I swear she won’t let it happen again.” How she regrets her private thoughts now, and how effortlessly Tarte had stolen them from her mind. Certainly she had meant no harm, but it feels as though Father’s talons are ripping their way into her chest.
cirilla
my sky's not blue, it's violent rain.
my sky's not blue, it's violent rain.
@[Tarte]@[yadigar]