Orchid Espere (
petal_storm) wrote2019-01-29 04:31 am
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The time will come...
Who: Any
When: The height of Egyptian civilization.
What: Saving Elora's life.
Elora stretched her wings to the sky and yawned, staring
upward; it was such a brilliantly blue sky...clean and empty of anything she was used to. This was the first day she'd managed to be on her feet; time travel was hard on a body, especially as far back as they'd gone. She was honestly shocked her mother had managed to be up and BUILD A TEMPLE prior...
...granted it was Dahlia. The woman managed miracles on short notice. It would be intimidating if it wasn't so useful honestly.
Egypt.
Land of sands and...green lush plant life. They had arrived before the death cult had poisoned the Nile Valley; all the better honestly. She wouldn't do well in a dead land. Not after her mate had attacked her no...
The scars were a silvery river down her left side. Monstrous, painful...gods it had hurt. She idly traced fingers down the scars and watched people mill beyond the walls. He was here; somewhere. Her mate. Mother had promised and it made her...breathe again. She'd been dying they said, hence the extreme measures. Sh just say it as...and extension. A brief, clean moment between nightmares. She'd had a lot of those recently. Ever since being bitten her mind was...full of darker things.
But the light didn't hurt.
Gods the sun didn't hurt and she took that as a good sign.
"We taught you the language while you slept," Markux noted softly behind her. "We all learned. Here we can...find a better way."
"...thank you father," she breathed, still staring up at the sun. "If I fail..."
"You won't child. We won't lose you."
She...really wished they'd face facts. That they'd focus on her twin yet...here they were. "I'll try. Jaeger's going to hate it..."
"So he's told us," Markux agreed quietly.
"...does he hate me?"
"Never dear."
She wasn't certain she believed him honestly but she let it go for now as she aired her wings. "People will be confused."
"Let them be," Markux chuckled softly. "We're good at making people listen anyway."
"I'm sorry to have scared you."
"Never dear, just keep breathing," he smiled, touching her hair. "And be with Corvus when we say hello to to the people?"
...ah. "Of course." How not? This was Egypt after all, animal mixes...were a good thing.
When: The height of Egyptian civilization.
What: Saving Elora's life.
Elora stretched her wings to the sky and yawned, staring
upward; it was such a brilliantly blue sky...clean and empty of anything she was used to. This was the first day she'd managed to be on her feet; time travel was hard on a body, especially as far back as they'd gone. She was honestly shocked her mother had managed to be up and BUILD A TEMPLE prior...
...granted it was Dahlia. The woman managed miracles on short notice. It would be intimidating if it wasn't so useful honestly.
Egypt.
Land of sands and...green lush plant life. They had arrived before the death cult had poisoned the Nile Valley; all the better honestly. She wouldn't do well in a dead land. Not after her mate had attacked her no...
The scars were a silvery river down her left side. Monstrous, painful...gods it had hurt. She idly traced fingers down the scars and watched people mill beyond the walls. He was here; somewhere. Her mate. Mother had promised and it made her...breathe again. She'd been dying they said, hence the extreme measures. Sh just say it as...and extension. A brief, clean moment between nightmares. She'd had a lot of those recently. Ever since being bitten her mind was...full of darker things.
But the light didn't hurt.
Gods the sun didn't hurt and she took that as a good sign.
"We taught you the language while you slept," Markux noted softly behind her. "We all learned. Here we can...find a better way."
"...thank you father," she breathed, still staring up at the sun. "If I fail..."
"You won't child. We won't lose you."
She...really wished they'd face facts. That they'd focus on her twin yet...here they were. "I'll try. Jaeger's going to hate it..."
"So he's told us," Markux agreed quietly.
"...does he hate me?"
"Never dear."
She wasn't certain she believed him honestly but she let it go for now as she aired her wings. "People will be confused."
"Let them be," Markux chuckled softly. "We're good at making people listen anyway."
"I'm sorry to have scared you."
"Never dear, just keep breathing," he smiled, touching her hair. "And be with Corvus when we say hello to to the people?"
...ah. "Of course." How not? This was Egypt after all, animal mixes...were a good thing.
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He tried not to mope around, he could only imagine what Elora would think if she saw him like this. He... busied himself cleaning and setting things up for the others just to stave off absolute boredom. But then there were temple servants that did that and well... what now?
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He shrugged. "Trying to find something I can do..."
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He looked up at her. "Yeah?"
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"I haven't developed anything since we came. There's really no point."
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"Uhm…." he raised an eyebrow. "What is this?"
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"I see... I will.. try to do that then." Because he'd managed to make the water room worse...
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"I'm... pretty useless doing all this..."
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"Well... I don't know where to find things or how to deal with the power situation so... not sure there was anything I could have done..."
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"Going to try..."
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"I just hope so… else... I'm not sure what I can do here..."
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"Uhhh…"
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"Well yes." He nodded.
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Jaeger sighed. "I just... yeah. Hard to cope with my life being over and having to start completely over."
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