Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180327010600

Tirush's ears swivel downward as she picks up on the conversation. She listens to everything the occupants say, but it is more of an idle distraction than a serious eavesdropping. Her eyes are able to scan the horizon in the dim twilight, her vision and smell giving her a complete picture of their surroundings. She knew how close to the keep they were; she could smell the sickly sweet, wretched decay of flesh even here.

It only served to keep steering her mind back to the village. She tried to distract herself, both by keeping watch and by looking about, but it stayed on the edge of her mind, a lingering regret.

She thought about other things, about her family back home. Even though she was only gone from them for a day, this strange world made it seem as if they were on the other side of the universe, such as it was. Her heart ached. It ached for home, for her husband, for her wives, her children. It ached for those in the village. It ached because she wondered what it would be like, facing the end like that.

Her mind drifted. What if she didn't have a family? What if, by some chance of fate, she were alone, and found herself in this world? A world without Wyverns, as she has been told?

A vision crossed her mind's eye. She would hunt these creatures, these h'kath that killed humankind. She would be a champion, a righteous rage, unfurled against the forces of darkness. A city would grow around her lair, and she would raise the people there in her ways. They would be as her own were in the past, her lost tribe. They would be her warrior kin, and she their queen, their goddess, unchallenged and indomitable. They would be her people, and they would drive the darkness from every corner of the land.

She chuckled to herself. It was a funny thought.

''I should tell my Danthe what I dream, when I am awake. He would laugh, at my expense, and I with him...''

She shakes her wings and resettles, fixing her eyes on the horizon.