Abandonment Issues [Open] Aug 23, 2022 6:54:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2022 6:54:49 GMT -5
It was like being back in the village all over again.
Celeste was too weak to do anything. She could only stand there, frail, watching on helplessly as the conversation carried out between the betrayer and more soldiers tied to this gem racket. How far and deep did this operation go? Who was really in charge here? These questions and more ran fleeting through her mind as she tried to process what was going on. Though before she had a chance to make sense of what was being ordered, what had been revealed of their chirurgeon, the grunts had armed their weapons to open fire on the creature Celeste had nearly given her life to save.
They didn’t make it far, as slow on foot as she currently was, the Saiba having stayed close by her out of concern for its new friend. Celeste had heard the order, the girl whirling about with fright, throwing out her hands as they made to glow – only to falter. The screams of pain filled the air, blood splayed across the dirt, the creature fell to its side in agony. ”NOOO!” screamed the girl, tears welling in her eyes as she dropped into the dirt next to it. She made to cradle its head, her lip quivering frantically as the animal gave a pained whine for help. No, no no no. This wasn’t happening again, this wasn’t happening!
”Please, please no...” she repeated over and over, holding the creature tight as she failed to fathom a solution. What could she do!? She was too weak to make bandages, sedatives, pain killers – what was going to help!? She didn’t know conjury, she wasn’t a healer, it had never been her specialty when it came to her studies. Here she was again, about to lose another life she had tried to protect. It was no different than Lia, Astor, any of the souls lost in the purge. Tears streamed her cheeks; she could already hear the screams again, the pyres burning, the pleas for her to save them. The Saiba gave a weaker chirp, its breath growing more ragged, until it would finally gaze up at Celeste one more time before growing still.
The girl knew it was gone, like so many others. She could only weep, remaining there in the sands on knees as she cradled the poor thing’s head close to her breast. The tears didn’t fall, they crashed around them, all over milky white skin and rough, weathered scales. Her body shook, she trembled, Celeste felt as though the very touch of anything else might bring harm. Every breath was sharp, she threatened to hyperventilate, all while the soldiers watched on at her behavior dumbfounded – some even started to laugh at the witch.TWC:(+460)15,407