Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-28358106-20181012024427

(Hound/Imperia) Ferra smiles at Layoka's mishap, but says nothing as she wipes the suds from the girl's forehead. She takes the empty bowl and stands to leave, noting that Imperia hasn't touched hers yet.

"Find clothes. Will return.  Please rest." She leaves, shutting the door quietly behind her.

She tries to ignore the commotion downstairs, tries to shut out the sounds of her father's voice rising in subdued rage, tries to ignore the thin, heart-rending wail that is her second mother's pain. It isn't easy. Despite the fact that most sounds are heavily muted, the sounds coming from downstairs are alien and unreal. A household that has seen such happiness and comfort isn't the proper place for such sounds. But there they are anyway, the thumps and muffled orders coming through just the same, keeping time in their own horrible way as her adopted mother bleeds to death in the room just below.

She shakes it off. It isn't easy, but being on a different floor helps. Ferra is used to seeing blood and death, having tended livestock for most of her young life. She has seen births, and the end results of predators having their way with young cattle. She learned, perhaps earlier than her sisters, the lessons of life, and her own small grasp of mortality gives her a way of viewing the trials of life.

As she enters her mother's room and begins looking through her clothes, she wonders how long it will be before her understanding is no longer enough.