11-24-2018, 09:15 AM
Rounded ears, erstwhile pinned rearwards in a posture of fretfulness, hastened quickly so that they sat tall atop his small noggin in a stance of sympathy. This was an involuntary reaction, a result of what Atbash had to share about her past, and how Snowbound’s destruction wasn’t the first time everything she had known crumbled to an irremediable grit. On the subject, the wolverine did not feel pity towards his former superior; the Sunhavener could almost relate to the entirety of the Ascendant’s account. He, too, lost family, friends, and practically all he had ever owned afore his days in Snowbound, and it was his experience alone with the issue of forfeiture that made his departure from the snow-clad valley all the more heart-wrenching. Perhaps the only difference between the mustelid’s background and the Cipher’s was the manner in which his original home had been lost; his in a fury of ice, hers in an apparent rage of fire.
"Aye, I can relate t’ this as well," he’d follow in forlorn-seasoned admittance, his inhalation following a choppy beat, as if a marching drummer had lost an arm, ”I lost all I knew ‘n an incident similar to what befell Snowbound.” Whenever his mind wandered towards the radius of this portion of his past, the mopes would soon ensue - despite the anniversary of the life-changing event approaching quickly to its two-year anniversary. He’d haphazardly inhale once more, before clearing his wet throat to speak. ”I lost everything, then,” he’d wistfully inform, ”my friends, my sweetheart, my possessions... and it happened again in Snowbound. Now, I fear for th’ worst, and that’t could very well happen once again with these rains.”
Wendell wished not to think about the horrors the days of tomorrow may bring, though it was necessary if he wished to endure another crisis.
Though in this situation, with Atbash, with all these surges of sadness, all these bullies of anguish, it was likely best to talk about the present, and how well life was currently treating them.
”But, what about now? I trust- I hope th’ Ascendants are treating you well. How’re you fairing over there? How’re you doing on the social ladder?”
"Aye, I can relate t’ this as well," he’d follow in forlorn-seasoned admittance, his inhalation following a choppy beat, as if a marching drummer had lost an arm, ”I lost all I knew ‘n an incident similar to what befell Snowbound.” Whenever his mind wandered towards the radius of this portion of his past, the mopes would soon ensue - despite the anniversary of the life-changing event approaching quickly to its two-year anniversary. He’d haphazardly inhale once more, before clearing his wet throat to speak. ”I lost everything, then,” he’d wistfully inform, ”my friends, my sweetheart, my possessions... and it happened again in Snowbound. Now, I fear for th’ worst, and that’t could very well happen once again with these rains.”
Wendell wished not to think about the horrors the days of tomorrow may bring, though it was necessary if he wished to endure another crisis.
Though in this situation, with Atbash, with all these surges of sadness, all these bullies of anguish, it was likely best to talk about the present, and how well life was currently treating them.
”But, what about now? I trust- I hope th’ Ascendants are treating you well. How’re you fairing over there? How’re you doing on the social ladder?”