Valdis does not respond to Erin's touch, as she is seeing through the eyes of the young girl.
**** "Lord Raphael," Abaddon bows his head in acknowledgement, "I wanted to see her, she is my kin."
She looks over at her father, his fury simmers below the surface, laced with concern and perhaps even a bit of fear.
"She is also mine and I have guardianship. It will not transfer to you until she is of age." Raphael replies firmly.
"It is better if I start teaching her now," Abaddon says in return, his eyes still filled with sadness.
"Meira, go find Michael, your brother will help you bury the bird. I must discuss this matter in private."
She looks back at Abaddon and he smiles and gestures for her to go. So she does, following the path towards the two figures observing. She approaches curiously, not recognizing either of them.
"Who are you?" She asks.
*** Perspective shifts again and Valdis is looking at the young girl holding the bird again. She glances at Erin, not sure if this is how things are supposed to work, but she kneels down to be closer at Meira's level.
"I.." She's not really sure, "I suppose I'm you."
The girls smiles as if finally recognizing her. She holds out the dead bird, waiting until Valdis takes it. "It's your choice!" She says happily.
The bird is cold in her hands and the same confusion from moments before fills her mind. Suddenly the bird stirs and in a flurry of wings it launches itself out of her hands and into the sky.
A sudden tug in her chest and the memory is flowing backwards, followed by a low menacing hissing. It feels like the wind is knocked out of her as they are thrust from the dream and back into the waking world.
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"Lord Raphael," Abaddon bows his head in acknowledgement, "I wanted to see her, she is my kin."
She looks over at her father, his fury simmers below the surface, laced with concern and perhaps even a bit of fear.
"She is also mine and I have guardianship. It will not transfer to you until she is of age." Raphael replies firmly.
"It is better if I start teaching her now," Abaddon says in return, his eyes still filled with sadness.
"Meira, go find Michael, your brother will help you bury the bird. I must discuss this matter in private."
She looks back at Abaddon and he smiles and gestures for her to go. So she does, following the path towards the two figures observing. She approaches curiously, not recognizing either of them.
"Who are you?" She asks.
***
Perspective shifts again and Valdis is looking at the young girl holding the bird again. She glances at Erin, not sure if this is how things are supposed to work, but she kneels down to be closer at Meira's level.
"I.." She's not really sure, "I suppose I'm you."
The girls smiles as if finally recognizing her. She holds out the dead bird, waiting until Valdis takes it. "It's your choice!" She says happily.
The bird is cold in her hands and the same confusion from moments before fills her mind. Suddenly the bird stirs and in a flurry of wings it launches itself out of her hands and into the sky.
A sudden tug in her chest and the memory is flowing backwards, followed by a low menacing hissing. It feels like the wind is knocked out of her as they are thrust from the dream and back into the waking world.