The Worst Loneliness
Oct 23, 2020 15:36:22 GMT -5
Post by Zebey on Oct 23, 2020 15:36:22 GMT -5
The wizard's presence left sooner than the drow wanted. She listened to it greet the Father, a smile curving on her lips. She liked that one. He seemed fun, if not anything else. The slayer watched him- and another voice- taunt Clarence for a while. That was until she felt fur brush up against her side, swaying her cloak. Her head turned, silver eyes watching the small and hunched wolf approach the fire.
At his clear gesture, she stood and approached the fire. The flames danced across the sigils burning within their depths. Zebey turned her head after a moment to gaze fully at the wolf beside her. She wasn't one to just follow commands, even something as simple as a beckoning to come closer. However her curiosity burned inside of her chest like it would envelope her if she didn't feed it. They spoke her language, in a world barely connected to hers. How was that possible? It seemed he also had questions, one that sent her reeling. She was very used to this statement- "You don't belong here!". Elves had spat it at her since she could remember. But his voice was friendly, almost kind, if weathered by a long life he'd already lived.
His statement didn't hold the same meaning.
Thrown off by this, she hesitated. A shrug was given before she spoke. "There has never been anywhere I've belonged." She paused. "Something decided to bring me here," she added, slowly, gazing intriguingly at the wolf. "Something I've noticed is not unusual. But how could you tell?"
At his clear gesture, she stood and approached the fire. The flames danced across the sigils burning within their depths. Zebey turned her head after a moment to gaze fully at the wolf beside her. She wasn't one to just follow commands, even something as simple as a beckoning to come closer. However her curiosity burned inside of her chest like it would envelope her if she didn't feed it. They spoke her language, in a world barely connected to hers. How was that possible? It seemed he also had questions, one that sent her reeling. She was very used to this statement- "You don't belong here!". Elves had spat it at her since she could remember. But his voice was friendly, almost kind, if weathered by a long life he'd already lived.
His statement didn't hold the same meaning.
Thrown off by this, she hesitated. A shrug was given before she spoke. "There has never been anywhere I've belonged." She paused. "Something decided to bring me here," she added, slowly, gazing intriguingly at the wolf. "Something I've noticed is not unusual. But how could you tell?"