Some time ago, many weeks, she supposed now, as she thought to herself and paced back and forth?back and forth, back and forth?Sinjin had tangled nails to her scalp and planted the suggestion that perhaps, perhaps, she could come to think of he and Sal as part of her family.
She had bristled then at such a suggestion. Family? Family?
Drow families plotted against one another, they poisoned each other, they stabbed each other?s spines, bit and clawed the eyes of anything that could possibly open..out. Family? She spit at the word and snapped akin to little hound.
And then, quietly, he had suggested pack.
And this? This had appeased her.
So now, because of him she was pacing back and forth along the rock-dust coated floor of empty cave angry at Jodiah Ayreg.
Wait?there?s a pattern, there always was. But it was so twisty and curvey inside that little dark head it often only made sense to her.
Earlier that evening she had gone with them, Sinjin and Sal to hunt. Sal had been injured by something she did not care to pay attention too?but carried the man from the inn in the eagerness to hunt. To help him.
At first, she did it because she wanted to see how he fed. To see how things worked, because she was forever a creature of secrets.
It had gone so well, with beautiful blood and bits of bone cracking?until Lo?L?Lo?That Word was insinuated with the mentioning of broken hearts.
The drow whispered a name to the sound of silence. Her bare feet pattering back and forth in the restlessness a panther caged could only express.
Broken hearts.
Silly non-sense. One had to have a heart, one had to care, one had to understand these lessons to have them all broken.
One had to?
In the pitch black of silent cave, the drow?s red eyes widened. Here, bereft of armor she had left behind at estate, bereft of silk and crimson uniforms, bereft of a hand to guide her toward her understanding silently?Suliss?urn finally knew.
She knew, without a doubt, a certain thing right then.
It would have sent her to her knees then, had she been any weaker.
Months too late it came to her, and it came bitter, jagged, and on the end of a wolf?s howl that rolled from that cave like the bells at a funeral.
One had to have a heart, after all, for it to be broken.
She had bristled then at such a suggestion. Family? Family?
Drow families plotted against one another, they poisoned each other, they stabbed each other?s spines, bit and clawed the eyes of anything that could possibly open..out. Family? She spit at the word and snapped akin to little hound.
And then, quietly, he had suggested pack.
And this? This had appeased her.
So now, because of him she was pacing back and forth along the rock-dust coated floor of empty cave angry at Jodiah Ayreg.
Wait?there?s a pattern, there always was. But it was so twisty and curvey inside that little dark head it often only made sense to her.
Earlier that evening she had gone with them, Sinjin and Sal to hunt. Sal had been injured by something she did not care to pay attention too?but carried the man from the inn in the eagerness to hunt. To help him.
At first, she did it because she wanted to see how he fed. To see how things worked, because she was forever a creature of secrets.
It had gone so well, with beautiful blood and bits of bone cracking?until Lo?L?Lo?That Word was insinuated with the mentioning of broken hearts.
The drow whispered a name to the sound of silence. Her bare feet pattering back and forth in the restlessness a panther caged could only express.
Broken hearts.
Silly non-sense. One had to have a heart, one had to care, one had to understand these lessons to have them all broken.
One had to?
In the pitch black of silent cave, the drow?s red eyes widened. Here, bereft of armor she had left behind at estate, bereft of silk and crimson uniforms, bereft of a hand to guide her toward her understanding silently?Suliss?urn finally knew.
She knew, without a doubt, a certain thing right then.
It would have sent her to her knees then, had she been any weaker.
Months too late it came to her, and it came bitter, jagged, and on the end of a wolf?s howl that rolled from that cave like the bells at a funeral.
One had to have a heart, after all, for it to be broken.