5/2/2025, 12:54 PM
her initial anger with him, at first, furrows his brows.
but her fury tramples him, he leans away from the girl as just her story smacks him across the face. she didn't need to bare her fangs to have ghelan sit slack-jawed and wide-eyed. he doesn't dare disturb her, even afraid that a gasp for air would set her ablaze. his attention never tore away from her.
and the worst part was that it was easy. it was easy to imagine father's rage turned onto an innocent girl, younger and smaller than the girl that faces him now, chasing after who-knows-what. maybe it was the damned march. the same march that birthed him, the same march that tore him away from his mother, and the same march that had broken many. there was no glory in father's march, only a trail of blood.
its only as her fire dies out that ghelan stirs on her words, looking to the side out of shame. the grass beneath them becomes uncomfortable, itchy even, and their solitude becomes ever-more apparent as he stares off to the fields that stretched on for many miles. he watched the sun begin to rise, squinting with the light that shone almost as bright and hot as the young girl before him.
what could he have done to prevent this? could he have?
and what can he do now?
ghelan settles back down, unable to meet her eyes again. he could hear the bugle of elk far away from here, and only elk. the caribou have long since left them.
i'm just a child like you. i was always away from camp, how was i supposed to know what happened to you?he staggers to a full stand, though he minds her distance and steps back a little.
but her fury tramples him, he leans away from the girl as just her story smacks him across the face. she didn't need to bare her fangs to have ghelan sit slack-jawed and wide-eyed. he doesn't dare disturb her, even afraid that a gasp for air would set her ablaze. his attention never tore away from her.
and the worst part was that it was easy. it was easy to imagine father's rage turned onto an innocent girl, younger and smaller than the girl that faces him now, chasing after who-knows-what. maybe it was the damned march. the same march that birthed him, the same march that tore him away from his mother, and the same march that had broken many. there was no glory in father's march, only a trail of blood.
its only as her fire dies out that ghelan stirs on her words, looking to the side out of shame. the grass beneath them becomes uncomfortable, itchy even, and their solitude becomes ever-more apparent as he stares off to the fields that stretched on for many miles. he watched the sun begin to rise, squinting with the light that shone almost as bright and hot as the young girl before him.
i'm sorry.is what he musters first, beginning to hide within himself. a silence sits, uneasy. he could feel her barbed gaze pricking him still.
i didn't know.
what could he have done to prevent this? could he have?
and what can he do now?
ghelan settles back down, unable to meet her eyes again. he could hear the bugle of elk far away from here, and only elk. the caribou have long since left them.
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