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She longed to understand, to know why violence was the way of their world and...was it? Did it have to be. Did anger always mean that one needed to resort to such ways. Her little mind was hard at work, heavy with the concepts she longed to pick apart.

Oniria left the den often, she left it to wander, to ponder, to learn and digest. And here she was again, fleeing the chaos of her many siblings; their growls and snapping of teeth out into the peace the crying peaks offered. Their looming tops shrouded in mist, but she sought the falls. The sound of the water was peaceful, trickling and cascading into the pools below.

Earthen pools, soft and busy traced the ground before her feet glancing over her shoulders at the den before forward again. Where her eyes found a great beast...but seemingly not a beast at all. A man that could almost be confused as either of her parents, dressed in solid white, but he did not have fathers blood red eyes..and he was definitely well...he.

The girl slowed her steps as she approached, he had...a different air about him than what she had been around.

Something solemn.

Her steps slowed as she approached, sitting down by the waters edge, she flopped her head to the side as she looked over at the man. ❝ ...are you ok? ❞ her tone was soft, and the words felt so foreign on her tongue.


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