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Isara was lost in her sorrow as she slowly worked to consume the fish. She didn’t even hear the stranger utter her word for her mother, or she heard it but just didn’t acknowledge it. Her chocolate-and-cream-colored ears swiveled around as she heard the stranger move. At this point, however, she wasn’t worried about the stranger. He obviously wasn’t one of her captors, nor did she think he was working for them at this point. Someone trying to bring her back to that cave wouldn’t be so kind as to bring her water and fish to eat. There was no way he was affiliated with them at all. It wasn’t until she felt him lick at her feathers that she stifled back her crying to look at him. Her eyes were filled with the experience of pain and sadness. The fact that he was licking her made her pause for a second as she processed what he was even doing. She was almost stunned by the act of kindness. Then she heard him mutter a phrase that was very much similar to one of her own. ’I-it’s okay.’ His voice rang within her ears as she muttered it back in her own language. ”Soukei?” Her voice seemed frail in this moment and when he continued to groom her she tried to hold back her tears before suddenly breaking down yet again. Only this time she practically flung herself at the stranger like a little kid would do to its parent. ”Ai mema we ai nomon! She wailed while attempting to practically bury her face into the stranger’s fur. He was the only one she could trust - the only being she knew outside of that cave - and the only being she could confide in at this point in her life. Of course, he’d be the one she turned to as she finally broke down and began to properly grieve the loss of her mother. He probably wouldn’t understand what exactly was going on, but her actions spoke louder than anything else could. She trusted him. Translations |
Brightwood
A large forest of tall trees with orange, yellow, and red leaves. The trees here are permanently colored this way, despite the seasons.
[AW] seeing all the vultures circling
