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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 2:35 pm
Kara clenched her eyes shut, at the sound of larger wings, and curled up tighter around her brother. She fussed at herself, mentally, for not having brought more arrows. This was her fault. They would die because she hadn’t brought more weapons. She tensed when everything went quiet. Was the larger beast coming for them? Her eyes snapped open at the sound of Father’s voice. Daddy had come? As Ataya started to cry, tears threatened to spill over from Kara as well. “Daddy…” She let go of her brother, knowing they were both safe and sound now, and threw herself into Detra’s arms, clinging and burying her face against his neck as the tears started to fall. “I’m sorry daddy.” Came out between sobs.
Araceli, tense since first being jerked awake by their alarm system, finally relaxed as she came upon the scene. Detra had made it to the children first and they seemed unharmed for the most part. She sent up a silent prayer as she hurried over to where Ataya was still curled up on the ground and fell to her knees. “Ataya...” His name left her on a rush as she tugged her son into her arms and held him tight. The instant Detra and her had found Ata and Kara’s beds empty, they had set out in search of their children, fearing the worst. Ara closed her eyes tight and kissed Ata’s hair as she thanked the gods they were both alright.
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 7:44 pm
At Ataya’s first sob, the brittle tension in Detraeus’ shoulders fractured, the muscles sinking as his brow furrowed and he took an uncertain step forward. No, he was afraid for them, but he hadn’t meant to—
Then, Akara was flinging herself into his arms, and Detraeus shuddered as he caught her, squeezing his eyes shut and holding. “No,” he murmured. “No, no, no, shhhhhhh…shhhh…” He shook his head. “This is not your fault…you’re safe. You’re safe…” he repeated, kissing her hair and holding her to him. “You’ll be alright now…”
Across from him, Ataya shuddered, curling into his mother and clinging. Useless. He’d been so useless and now Father was angry. Again. “I didn’t mean to…” he whispered, though he wasn’t entirely sure as the words left his mouth, what he even meant by them. He hadn’t meant to fail? Hadn’t meant to be so scared? Hadn’t meant to lead his sister into danger? All? More? Regardless, his mother was warm, and comforting, and however embarrassing it might have been at a later date, for now, all he wanted was to coil into her and remain safe, there, for as long as he could.
He had to get stronger than this.
This couldn’t happen again.
He couldn’t fail his sister.
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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 7:56 pm
Kara’s sobs lessened as she buried her face against Father more and listened to his voice. Now that it was over and the dragons were dead, she was able to let herself be afraid and let herself cry. She didn’t need to be strong for Ata or protect him. Mother and Father were here now and it was going to be alright. Still, though, she clung to Detra, not willing to let go just yet. “Don’t be angry. Please,” she whispered against Detra’s skin.
Ara’s gaze flit up to Detra as she ran her hand over Ata’s hair. “Shhh, it’s ok Ataya.” She held Ata close, not wanting to let go of her son and wishing he was tiny again so that she could pick him up and cradle him close to her. “You’re alright. It’s alright. Come on, let’s get you two home now, okay?” Ara stood, helping Ataya up but keeping him close against her, arm wrapped around his shoulder and hand smoothing over his hair.
Kara hesitated as she pulled away from Father, gaze flitting over to where the three dragons had fallen. “Orbs…” she whispered, almost afraid to tell that they had defeated some of the dragons. Her tiny fingers gripped into fists as she looked up at Father. “We...killed some.” She pointed in the direction of the glowing orbs. “Aty saved me from one.”
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