It’s difficult to hate the godkillers when they’re crying for help, Anuya finds. Her plans for playing pranks on them, messing with them the way they have messed with her life, are falling a little flat. She had been wandering among the crowds of those that came from the portal - many had moved off, but there were still more coming through.
How many were they going to have to suffer? How much were they going to change her wild, beloved home?
They’re all rather ugly, too, which is a shame - though she has watched with a keen interest the way the magic of the Rift has affected some. As if the land wishes for them to blend in, become one of them.
Her large ears flick this way and that until they pick up on the cry of someone young - someone who had lost her mother. Although Anuya sometimes wished her mother would be the one to get lost - she feels an uncomfortable swell of pity for the child and it’s enough to cause her to drift towards the pair. Her sister’s caution sticks in her mind, however, and she leaves a fair amount of space between herself and them when she asks quietly.
“Do you two need help finding someone?”
Her head tilts to the side, causing her large ears to flop around a little bit with the motion, and she smiles warmly at them both - hoping that it’s at least little encouraging. As far as citizens of the Rift, she’s fairly sure she’s one of the few that might approach these strangers, invaders even, so kindly - not to mention one of the few that looked almost passably like the ugly creatures that came through the portal.
It’s not a fact that she’s proud of but right now it might be to her advantage.
Pesky Pixie |
The Portal
