Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 18, 2010 13:18:58 GMT -8
Damn the Gallian castle, and all the Gallian’s in it. Chris didn’t like how most of these halls were decorated similiarly, or the constant flow of footsteps and voices that kept his brain from peace to remember where exactly the way back was. After a few minutes of aimless walking, and muttering to himself, he’d found the room, and something that nearly made him jump out of his skin.
A crying Melora.
How could that hardened little fighter of a Russian actually break down? It wasn’t something he’d have thought her capable of. Remaining silent, and holding his breath when he walked in, the clattering of the metal on wood from the pendant being tossed sounded louder then it was.
His eyes focused keenly on the metal, and he cocked his head to one side slightly, before distracted and drawn back to the young woman by her cries. He made a small sound in the back of his throat, sure he did not have feelings for her, but also knowing he didn’t hate her either.
“Shh.” He murmured, against his better judgment, walking over to give her should a gentle squeeze. Christopher’s voice was soft, not paternal, nor showing any true affection as Azura’s might. It was more sympathetic, almost in a brotherly way. He sat there awkwardly for a moment, before he sat down, an arms length away with his hand remaining lightly on her shoulder. “All will be well.” His hand fell away to his lap.
He remained silent, letting her keep her back to the door, to him, to the sure to come Azura and Anshel. And in the precise moment he had begun to wonder if Azura and Anshel had snuck off, the door opened, and they entered. Christopher's gaze turned steely at the sight of them.
A crying Melora.
How could that hardened little fighter of a Russian actually break down? It wasn’t something he’d have thought her capable of. Remaining silent, and holding his breath when he walked in, the clattering of the metal on wood from the pendant being tossed sounded louder then it was.
His eyes focused keenly on the metal, and he cocked his head to one side slightly, before distracted and drawn back to the young woman by her cries. He made a small sound in the back of his throat, sure he did not have feelings for her, but also knowing he didn’t hate her either.
“Shh.” He murmured, against his better judgment, walking over to give her should a gentle squeeze. Christopher’s voice was soft, not paternal, nor showing any true affection as Azura’s might. It was more sympathetic, almost in a brotherly way. He sat there awkwardly for a moment, before he sat down, an arms length away with his hand remaining lightly on her shoulder. “All will be well.” His hand fell away to his lap.
He remained silent, letting her keep her back to the door, to him, to the sure to come Azura and Anshel. And in the precise moment he had begun to wonder if Azura and Anshel had snuck off, the door opened, and they entered. Christopher's gaze turned steely at the sight of them.
