Aiesha approached.
It was with anger, with hatred. Moving close in to take out which had taken her father’s attention away from growing his young daughter up into a woman and not a girl who was lost as all could be. She watched and waited for impact, muscles free of tension and stilling to allow the destructive fallout of a child’s rage to spill over an imp.
Legend’s shoulder was next wet, and a voice of weakness sheltered under her chin. Not even indifference took over Aiesha. Not even misplaced joy. Not even disturbed envy.
And if the once high amiirad had listened to whispering fellahin and disgruntled mazoi, she would not have attempted to reach humanity in the worm of a yaret.
An arm lifted and suspended, until the unlikely occurrence happened, where her wrist desired touch to not still her own mind alone. It was for both of them that it found place on Aiesha’s neck and slowly pushed inward. Her muzzle rested its side against the girl’s head.
“We are lost again.”
Home.
Their last temple?
The one before?
Had either of them ever been given the time to be called home?
Yet it was what they had.
“I desire so badly to have an answer for us. That this is not another sour joke meant for us to endure. You have been dragged through the most intense ringer I have ever seen.” Legend thought she’d seen a lot of them.
But Aiesha had been the worst victim of horrific Fate.
What had they done to be taken away?
“I always wanted to play the biggest game imaginable. And now that I feel like we are in one, I don’t.. know the pieces to play any longer. I don’t know if your father knows either.” And she was supposed to be the best of the best at puzzles, at games, at solving the big mystery.
Ears flopping downwards, a frown pulling down at a jesters mouth which always smiled. But she didn’t think she could do it anymore.
I see you.
Nazli taught her what that meant.
A hug held Aiesha.
“I miss home too.”
It was with anger, with hatred. Moving close in to take out which had taken her father’s attention away from growing his young daughter up into a woman and not a girl who was lost as all could be. She watched and waited for impact, muscles free of tension and stilling to allow the destructive fallout of a child’s rage to spill over an imp.
Legend’s shoulder was next wet, and a voice of weakness sheltered under her chin. Not even indifference took over Aiesha. Not even misplaced joy. Not even disturbed envy.
And if the once high amiirad had listened to whispering fellahin and disgruntled mazoi, she would not have attempted to reach humanity in the worm of a yaret.
An arm lifted and suspended, until the unlikely occurrence happened, where her wrist desired touch to not still her own mind alone. It was for both of them that it found place on Aiesha’s neck and slowly pushed inward. Her muzzle rested its side against the girl’s head.
“We are lost again.”
Home.
Their last temple?
The one before?
Had either of them ever been given the time to be called home?
Yet it was what they had.
“I desire so badly to have an answer for us. That this is not another sour joke meant for us to endure. You have been dragged through the most intense ringer I have ever seen.” Legend thought she’d seen a lot of them.
But Aiesha had been the worst victim of horrific Fate.
What had they done to be taken away?
“I always wanted to play the biggest game imaginable. And now that I feel like we are in one, I don’t.. know the pieces to play any longer. I don’t know if your father knows either.” And she was supposed to be the best of the best at puzzles, at games, at solving the big mystery.
Ears flopping downwards, a frown pulling down at a jesters mouth which always smiled. But she didn’t think she could do it anymore.
I see you.
Nazli taught her what that meant.
A hug held Aiesha.
“I miss home too.”