08-31-2019, 01:15 AM
RAMONA LINGRÉ
✯ — THE GROWN UPS TAUGHT ME TO WATCH AND LEARN
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gaze locked on the ground, teeth gripping the handle of the oriental blade, her jaws ground together just the slightest, flicking an ear in kydobi's direction.
he wasn't alone in the pain, the little girl still inside of her ached to approach him for comfort and a little bit of praise but she had to learn in the time that had passed since she had seen him, that she was soon to be an adult and had yet to pass the family's test of independence.
the lonely part of the small child in her ached and wailed for some of the ancient familiar presence of the jaguar, of her adopted father. she had been alone, alone since she could hold a stick in her teeth and fight, forgotten by mother and father alike and then ... what she had thought hers was gone. what she had called family was gone, disappeared without a trace.
she didn't know how to handle this situation other than just ... ignoring the man that she had called father that had taken the role of a ghost. after all, she hadn't seen him in so long, and she wasn't sure that she could handle approaching him over what happened in that time. sighing quietly, she flicked an ear, "there's not many other children, kydobi. this isn't the best place for them, and those that are here, hah. just fodder for the enemies." she grumbled lowly, remembering a few choice battles where she had seen small bodies fall under the enemy. she approved of the idea of training, but she couldn't help the bitter words at her memories. she only hoped August wouldn't be weirded out by the discordance between them.
he wasn't alone in the pain, the little girl still inside of her ached to approach him for comfort and a little bit of praise but she had to learn in the time that had passed since she had seen him, that she was soon to be an adult and had yet to pass the family's test of independence.
the lonely part of the small child in her ached and wailed for some of the ancient familiar presence of the jaguar, of her adopted father. she had been alone, alone since she could hold a stick in her teeth and fight, forgotten by mother and father alike and then ... what she had thought hers was gone. what she had called family was gone, disappeared without a trace.
she didn't know how to handle this situation other than just ... ignoring the man that she had called father that had taken the role of a ghost. after all, she hadn't seen him in so long, and she wasn't sure that she could handle approaching him over what happened in that time. sighing quietly, she flicked an ear, "there's not many other children, kydobi. this isn't the best place for them, and those that are here, hah. just fodder for the enemies." she grumbled lowly, remembering a few choice battles where she had seen small bodies fall under the enemy. she approved of the idea of training, but she couldn't help the bitter words at her memories. she only hoped August wouldn't be weirded out by the discordance between them.
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