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Post by Satra on Feb 15, 2011 21:57:16 GMT -5
It's just a boy. It's just a boy...
It's just a boy.
She hiccuped and shook, trying to calm herself. She knew what Mother would say. She had to be big and strong. There was danger. What of her spine wasn't Bog was Solandrian.
Though Heilyn would never say it, the words were implied: Weakness was an insult to her very blood.
She had a sudden craving for tea. And cookies. It seemed like if things went wrong she would be consoled by Papacalypse with a little tea party. Just the two of them. When the afternoons were lovely and fair, tea and cookies. They'd become a comfort.
She sniffled and wiped her eyes, calming herself. It was just a boy. Papacalypse would wake up. They would get home again. She tugged gently on Helena's fur.
Let's get inside. There might be people that can help us. It was a court, after all. The powerful lived in the Courts. Surely they could be of some help. And maybe they have something to eat, too.
Then the window smashed open. She shrieked in surprise and latched onto Helena, her little claws digging into the woman's torso as the young girl stared at the winged thing that had been expelled from the palace before them.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Feb 22, 2011 0:01:02 GMT -5
In an unfamiliar land, surrounded by people who were unfamiliar and a person who had been known but now was just as unfamiliar and strange as the others, Adrianne was having a hard time knowing the right things to say. She mostly stuck behind Helena, finding comfort in a mother figure, but still wishing that her Father was with them as well. He was powerful and could surely defend them against just about anything.
But even more than that, right now, Adrianne wanted her own Mother. Poe would sing her a quiet song and lull her into comfort and relaxation, and all the terrible things of today would fade away.
Right now, though, she would take what she could get. She continued to lean heavily against the Josiggy's side, peering out at the boy with a somewhat nervous expression. She wouldn't normally be so nervous of him, but with Makenna's first reaction it was hard to be completely trusting, either. It seemed that her sister-aunt had started to come out of whatever had gripped her before, and was now making suggestions. That was good. She nodded, slightly. The Court was another unfamiliar place, but she knew she had half-siblings there, which meant she could find one of Father's friends. That would be good.
A frightened chirp escaped her at the thundering crash, and her whole body shook as she watched the dark shape go shooting off into the night sky. That just -- that didn't quite seem right! What ever happened to using doors?!
She tried to shake off the distinct feeling of unease by turning instead to the Corgi-child, who seemed at least as frightened as they were. "You should come with us. We'll be safer, if we all keep together."
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 22, 2011 20:01:26 GMT -5
((The howling wind outside picks up even harder...perhaps you should head for that shed the Calloo mix came out of? The front doors look locked and the rain is coming down so hard! It can't be that bad in there, right? Maybe you can get into the Palace from there?
Your next best bet would be to bash in one of the ground floor windows...what do you think would bring you the best luck?))
~Nathalia
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Post by Bee on Feb 25, 2011 6:28:06 GMT -5
It was as good an omen as anything. The chill mist, the shattered glass and the shape flying into the distance. The sharp wind carried the rain down at a slant, angled daggers of water that couldn't pierce skin but seemed to be trying its hardest. Helena shivered and her Hair unhappily pasted itself around her head and neck. While the original plan had been Get Inside, the pause in their journey caused by the suddenly appearing boy and the misery recently administered by rather foul-tempered weather upgraded the plan to Get Inside With a Vengeance.
How might still be an issue.
The boy shook his head furiously at Adrianne, his strange enormous ears flopping wildly with every movement. "You don't want to go in there," he said, fervently. "There is nothing good inside."
Helena shot him a quick, curious glance. "You came from inside?"
The boy looked at her like he didn't know how that could possibly be relevant information. "Yes," he said, bewildered and frightened.
"Then lead the way," she said, and then, "As fast as you can."
"But--" He couldn't form the right string of sentences, that he had ran full tilt from that place, that there was nothing but evil lurking in there; in the middle of the panic he felt a momentary fit of self-loathing at his own fears, some instinct that told him he wasn't made for being afraid--but then a lot of things did things they weren't made for, so he could stew on it later, when not in the company of demons and demon dens.
"I can handle anything inside there," Helena said, affecting a confidence she really didn't feel and telling the most blatant of lies imaginable from a standpoint of pure magical and physical ability. She wasn't entirely sure what spurred it, other than the vague but intense feeling that she had to march her small army of girls into somewhere warm and safe and if this was the quickest way to do it, she would find some way to do it. As sad as she found the boy and his predicament, and his obvious fright, it was, at the moment, an obstacle. She mentally promised herself to give him a hug later and said, sternly, "March."
She gently pushed Simcha, Adrianne and Makenna forward. It got an immediate reaction from the boy, who went bug-eyed at the sudden movement, gaze fixed on Makenna, before he nodded wildly and took off, loping awkwardly across the increasingly wet and muddy lawn with his short legs.
Helena urged the girls on and followed.
An open shed. It beat a sharp stick in the eye. And it certainly beat the rain.
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Post by Satra on Feb 28, 2011 21:02:08 GMT -5
She returned his uneasy gaze with one of her own. It's just a boy
Chest constrict. The ever familiar sensation of fear grips tightly. Pushed along, carriage useless, but what about Papacalypse?!
She shrieked again and swiped at Helena's hands.
No! NO! I won't leave him! I CAN'T! BROTHER! she cried, fighting against the Jossigy woman's encouragement toward the other direction. Her new wings flapped furiously in her attempt to fight. Then, forgetting her promise to herself to be stronger, she fell into another fit of sobs. Her knees were soaked the moment they hit the ground, but she didn't seem to notice.
Please, please. We can't leave him all alone.
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