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petal_storm) wrote2019-01-29 04:31 am
petal_storm) wrote2019-01-29 04:31 am
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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Jaeger hardly realized anyone existed for a while? Yeah.
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"WHat?"
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"I thought you said it was tomorrow?"
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"Shit is it really?"
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"Dammit okay fine..."
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"Slowly?"
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"It really doesn't feel that long. I can't see outside so..."
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"Yeah," He nodded stretching.
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"We'll have to figure it out."
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"Hood is fine."
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He frowned. "I... don't know that I want a mate."
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"YOu really have to ask?"
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"Because of what happened to Elora."
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