#duskheir

The group goes back and forth between Javier’s tower. City to city, battle to battle. Everyday was a lot more simple when it was just the two feral battle companions. Nayru and Triark stayed to themselves, remaining amongst nature unless the need for supplies lead them to the city. Quiet, time moved easier. Nothing to bring back memories of before, of home.     “Yeah.”    She agrees in a low tone, preparing to follow the dark and stormy member of their newly formed family.   “Fresh air.  Would be good.    Watching the twins obsess over each other is mildly exhausting.”

“But you nearly fell father, I only picked you up so you would not fall down the stairs.”

          “ well i have something that WILL boost your mood, regardless of how it is now. ”

          the girl excitedly plopped down next to siegbert, a bundle wrapped in cloths held carefully in her arms. pressing herself shoulder to shoulder with the boy, she produced the bundle with the CARE of a mother holding a child. unfolding the tops, she revealed a sandy colored rabbit. 

”My, aren’t you the spitting image                          of your father?”

{There was a spring to his step and a dying ember of naivete he was crushing to remove. A soldier in the making - but most of all a crown prince in the works. He had  a hidden desire to please, Lisandro could see that much. }

      {oh he was truly like his father...}

Fleeing to travel in the dead of the night, only for just a little look before everyone else roused, he was left to contemplate his own thoughts until he spotted someone roaming around.

    ❝ Hey !! It's not good to be outside now. Haven't you heard ... ❞

He didn't want to finish his own sentence, not wanting to admit the reality of Valentia's future. He sighed, slowing his approach to the other.

    ❝ Where do you live? If you don't look good, you should rest. Here, I'll accompany         you even. ... Uh, you do live around here, right? ❞

When it comes to hair styles… I know next to nothing.

          “ i can fix that !! ”

          gently, she reaches upwards, pulling her headband out && letting her pink locks loose. toes raise && she tucks it into siegbert’s hair, settling quite nicely. 

❝ I didn't really have a much of a say in the matter, ❞ she whispers. she remembers waking suddenly, without much preamble. one moment, dead. the next, alive. a miracle on one hand, an abomination on the other. a wry smile tugs at her lips as she sets her chin on her hand, considering. ❝ both, I suppose. though, I'd say it isn't revenge I'm looking for. simply justice. ❞

she inhales. though her lungs no longer require air; still, it is nice, sometimes, to pretend. ❝ I don't know if this will make much sense, but it's like... there has to be a reason, y'know? maybe I feel guilty, maybe I feel like I'll deserve this more if I do something with it. ❞ her tone is wistful, her eyes far away for a moment, before she shrugs the melancholy off. ❝ I suppose... for everyone who didn't come back? and for my family. ❞