08-29-2012, 03:13 PM
This was one of the gayest moments Orin had had in several weeks, ever since the loss of two thirds of her brood. When Sky flopped down onto the couch she came over with the tray and set it on the end table, handed the woman a cup of tea, and took her own, spooning honey into the mixture to sweeten it. Her spoon clinked against the edges of the cup as she stirred and stirred until the thick, sweet wax was melted in her tea. She took a drink, grinning still at the thought of Sky’s offspring. They may be Rhiannons, but Orin trusted the strength of the Katruk blood to have made them into upstanding individuals.
“What a pride and joy they are,” she uttered at one point. And then when she complimented her daughters, “Oh thank you. I’m so proud of both of them, out there making that kind of life for themselves. Juliet has a mate now and lives in Casa di Cavalieri. I’m proud of her, she’s done well, getting out on her own. There was a time I didn’t think she would be able to, but she beat the odds.” Everyone knew that there was something a little wrong with Jules. Not completely off, but her brain didn’t function quite the same. It was like she was a naive, innocent child still, but she had overcome the disability.
She was taking another sip of her tea when Sky’s demeanor changed. Catching the serious shift in her friend’s countenance, she looked at her questioningly and lowered her glass. ‘…something happened… Titania. She…’ An icy grip squeezed her heart, threatening to crush it. “What? What happened?” She blurted, by Sky was still talking.
She knew about the litter. Her daughter had had a false pregnancy and she was elated to find out later that the couple had conceived a viable litter, but she did not know the rest. She was stark still for a moment, then swallowed hard, her ears flattening back against the faded dreadlocks she wore.
“Was there… was she… any sign of an attack?” She managed to eke out the words. Orin leaned forward, holding her breath in wait for Sky’s response. “If there’s no sign of struggle then maybe she’s still out there. She’s strong. She can survive. She’s probably just out there lost or something.” She had no idea how all of Titania’s stargazing had made her an excellent navigator. “If… if… if they were still born then she’s grieving. She just wants to mourn alone. She will come back. She will come back.” She was talking faster and faster, quickly following the path toward hysterics. "She's still out there, you're just not looking hard enough! What is Zalen doing? Twiddling his thumbs?!"
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“What a pride and joy they are,” she uttered at one point. And then when she complimented her daughters, “Oh thank you. I’m so proud of both of them, out there making that kind of life for themselves. Juliet has a mate now and lives in Casa di Cavalieri. I’m proud of her, she’s done well, getting out on her own. There was a time I didn’t think she would be able to, but she beat the odds.” Everyone knew that there was something a little wrong with Jules. Not completely off, but her brain didn’t function quite the same. It was like she was a naive, innocent child still, but she had overcome the disability.
She was taking another sip of her tea when Sky’s demeanor changed. Catching the serious shift in her friend’s countenance, she looked at her questioningly and lowered her glass. ‘…something happened… Titania. She…’ An icy grip squeezed her heart, threatening to crush it. “What? What happened?” She blurted, by Sky was still talking.
She knew about the litter. Her daughter had had a false pregnancy and she was elated to find out later that the couple had conceived a viable litter, but she did not know the rest. She was stark still for a moment, then swallowed hard, her ears flattening back against the faded dreadlocks she wore.
“Was there… was she… any sign of an attack?” She managed to eke out the words. Orin leaned forward, holding her breath in wait for Sky’s response. “If there’s no sign of struggle then maybe she’s still out there. She’s strong. She can survive. She’s probably just out there lost or something.” She had no idea how all of Titania’s stargazing had made her an excellent navigator. “If… if… if they were still born then she’s grieving. She just wants to mourn alone. She will come back. She will come back.” She was talking faster and faster, quickly following the path toward hysterics. "She's still out there, you're just not looking hard enough! What is Zalen doing? Twiddling his thumbs?!"
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