Everybody Lies

Lilin Soulstorm · 06-07-2012, 02:13 PM

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It had been a long night. Saul had fallen asleep early that morning, shortly before dawn. While she'd drifted in and out of consciousness, he'd remained faithfully at her side until his body could no longer fight it. Heavy eyelids closed shut, masking the green of his irises and his shrinking pupils. Whether he'd purposely given in or unwillingly succumbed to dormancy, Lilin was thankful for the shuteye he would inherit after an emotional day. As if on cue, the Godja had been the one to greet the Soulstorm heir as she'd exited her beau's dwelling. The two women had spent the bigger part of their morning together- their conversation revolving around the unfortunate events to have befallen the Virding. News traveled remarkably fast, apparently, as both Niernan and Bran went out of their ways to assess the physical damage done to one of their leaders.

The hustle and bustle quelled gradually and Lilin eventually excused herself before retreating to the Grand Lake where she slid down a weeping willow, pushing against the bark as her rump hit the earthen ground. The tree's shade felt nice and cool, not only providing shelter from the humid temperature but also dampening the seering headache caused by her head trauma. Sunlight had an immediate impact on her symptoms, she'd come to realize. It was better to avoid direct contact. Thankfully, her scrapes and bruises were nothing to worry about. The imposing bump was barely noticeable under the blanket of curls adorning her head, too. Bouts of vertigo occasionally overtook her mind, but they only lasted briefly.

When a stranger's howl rang clear; it reverberated tenfold in her mind. This female, whoever she was, was standing at the closest borders in proximity. Lilin remained seated for a good moment or two; she didn't know whether Saul was awake or not at this point. If he wasn't, their visitor's call had likely pulled him out of his slumber. Given her current state, she could only assume her co-leader certainly wouldn't agree with her intentions of greeting a newcomer but those suspicions were pushed aside momentarily. Feeling pitiful and not doing anything productive surely wouldn't help her situation. Bran was well in tune with Saul's wishes, however, and his hulking form fell into step behind her.

Lilin only acknowledged her cousin's sheepish grin with a sigh and a roll of her eyes; knowing there was no point in debating with him. They made it to the small gathering in a timely manner, coming face to face with two young canines and a large feline. The Virding had to bite her tongue from pointing out the obvious and making a comparison to Niernan's cat, who Bran didn't particularly appreciate. By the stunned look on her relative's face, though, she could tell such a comment wasn't needed. This definitely wasn't a kitty he could push around, unlike poor Ciaran. ''Hey, can I help you guys?'' she offered, hoping to unveil the reason behind their visit. A tilted mediterranean gaze seized up the female in particular, for she was the one who'd called for assistance.

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