A long way from Home

Euphemia Ouriel · 02-26-2012, 09:31 PM

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That which yields is not always weak.

Euphemia Deianeira Ouriel

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Pera frowned. "The pack... folded like a tree in winter with too much snow. Branches snapped." The older she wolf illustrated with thin air. "Cub-kkilling. New bloodlines. Lalilah always had that Sight. She saw it when were cubs. Pera gestured to Euphemia. "Runt of her litter, the only one to survive, what ever somewhat slipped Lailah to kill her brood, missed her. There was a distinctive dislike in the way Pera spoke of her neice-cub.

Euphemiah smiled at the young prince all a glow with curiousity. The language wasn't exactly the same. But she understood, it the three month trip had forced her to pick up smatterings of languages. But here it was facing her- the language of her mother's family- or at least the one part of it. And she could speak it, roughly but she apparently had made herself understandable. I need home? She seemed genuinely confused. For little time, yes? Auntie says we leave.. sometime." Euphemia struggled to approximate the times. But she realized her Aunt had given her -none-.

Pera glanced down at the pup's conversation and spoke firmly to the other adult. "As I said the pack was being consumed by a fire. A fast fire. The she-wolf struggled to keep her tongue understandable. Her sister had saddled her with the pup, and now trying to explain it, she realized that euphemistic terms-mostly to keep it out of the minds of girl-pup made her sound insane. "She said, it was perhaps the only thing she could do. The farther, she was from the problems. The better." Pera frowned. She hated the fact her sister had seen and heard, things beyond her ken. The very fact that this insane mission had been given to her by a woman in a dream-daze worried her more. "She cannot return. Must not. You must raise her, give her life, her mother cannot." Pera sadly said.

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