No Place Like Home [Sjel] Apr 28, 2015 17:07:00 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2015 17:07:00 GMT -6
|Lys stood on shaking legs, looking to Sjel for—guidance, or strength, or anything to keep them standing and fighting. Her breath was punctuated by wet coughs; but seeing that her sister coughed, but still stood... it was enough. They were both afraid, standing on gossamer-thin light, but it was enough. She moved over closer, stumbling as a wave kicked at her hooves, and stood beside her.|
"I am with you," she said, her voice full with conviction if nothing else. "We can defeat it. We will turn it from our shores. We... we can..."
Though her voice trailed off to another fit of coughing, she brushed her side against Sjel's. Part a lack of stable footing; part an act of reassurance, or what of it she could muster.
Underneath them the water trembled with impact, the beast below making thundering unseen motions. They may have hurt the beast, but they had not yet quelled it. However, they had gotten it to reel—and so given themselves a moment to gather their wits and their strength.
And yet... Lys felt that something in the air was wrong, a difference in sound. Something was missing that had been there before they went under... she listened to try and catch it. It wasn't the rain, for that crashed around them still; it wasn't the wind, or the brush of the trees, or the hard slap of water and wood against the rocks and sand. And she heard still the shouts and the hooffalls of the caribou, but...
Her eyes turned toward the town, then above. It wasn't just her imagination. The sound of their comrades no longer came from the shore. The voices were over them, in the low clouds lit with something that was not lightning.
"We... we can hold," she said, her throat feeling swollen with something. She was not certain she believed her words, or her eyes. She certainly didn't believe the fearful feeling bursting in her chest. "What is our c-course, sister?"