10-09-2018, 02:00 PM
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So. As her uncle promised, the crew had arrived. Full calvary. It made her paws tingle. Eyes brighten. Until Valkyr. Something about his deamor made her falter from the idea of rescue. He still frightened her. Quite a bit really. Running from Valkyr just did not seem like a logical action. Not with his abilities. Even so, Keona had grown to notice the Pittian's threatening attitude towards those less friendly to her. Like he felt... Protective. It bewildered her.
Wasn't she a prisoner? A child yes, but a captive, right? It made no sense, from a tactical sense, to grow attached to a captive. Yet that appeared the case. Keona felt her head tilt upwards towards the sound of voice, brows creasing. Running would be easy now, right? Running was the... Right choice right? Keona belonged with her crew.
'Can be earned...' Proven. Deserved. Running to the crew seemed so foolish all of a sudden. The ideas placed in her mind by her uncle and the request rendering her paws to something frozen solid. A frightful child, that'd be what was rendered of her. Frightful. Blind. Little child.
The fae's ears flattened. Her uncle... She pondered on warily, wondering which choice he'd approve. He seemed to think her capable of more than she did. She had to prove him right... Right? Whatever the choice, he'd remain at her side, surely. A snake in the garden. So the kitten did not move from Valkyr's side, throwing him a wary glance however as he sat. Right. Not a physical combatant. Would he seriously hurt her crewmates through mental attack?
Could she stop him if she tried? Doubtful. Her mental shields may have improved, with the extreme vigorness she had approached the matter, but she did not match up to him. Time to see if her crew did. Assuming no one got in their way. The full force of the Pitt had not yet shown it's face and Keona grew antsy about being caught in the crossfire.
Wasn't she a prisoner? A child yes, but a captive, right? It made no sense, from a tactical sense, to grow attached to a captive. Yet that appeared the case. Keona felt her head tilt upwards towards the sound of voice, brows creasing. Running would be easy now, right? Running was the... Right choice right? Keona belonged with her crew.
'Can be earned...' Proven. Deserved. Running to the crew seemed so foolish all of a sudden. The ideas placed in her mind by her uncle and the request rendering her paws to something frozen solid. A frightful child, that'd be what was rendered of her. Frightful. Blind. Little child.
The fae's ears flattened. Her uncle... She pondered on warily, wondering which choice he'd approve. He seemed to think her capable of more than she did. She had to prove him right... Right? Whatever the choice, he'd remain at her side, surely. A snake in the garden. So the kitten did not move from Valkyr's side, throwing him a wary glance however as he sat. Right. Not a physical combatant. Would he seriously hurt her crewmates through mental attack?
Could she stop him if she tried? Doubtful. Her mental shields may have improved, with the extreme vigorness she had approached the matter, but she did not match up to him. Time to see if her crew did. Assuming no one got in their way. The full force of the Pitt had not yet shown it's face and Keona grew antsy about being caught in the crossfire.
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