ChronoBovino@Wick
Adelina's sobs hitched as she felt something heavy and warm settle over her shoulders. With tears clouding her vision, she slowly lifted her head and could just make out the watery figure of Orren. She allowed herself to be pulled into his arms and buried her face against his shoulder as her sobs returned, hands trembling as they rested against his chest. She attempted words but they seemed trapped in her chest and the only sounds capable of escaping were small whimpers as she continued to cry. Then again, she wasn't sure what she would say even if she could. What did one say when they had to watch their father slowly whither away? She felt a rumble go through Orren's chest and it took several moments for the words to process through her brain. She leaned back slightly, not leaving his embrace but just enough to wipe fruitlessly at her face. She sniffled, having to clear her throat multiple times before she was able to speak. "I think, deep down, I knew. I just didn't want to accept the fact that I would soon have to bury my father next to my mother...and my little brother. But I am grateful that you brought him here. I couldn't stand to think of him passing in that house, where we lost my mother and unborn brother in one night. At least here, he can see the beautiful gardens and go knowing myself and my brother will be alright."
More tears trickled down her cheeks and she gripped the cloak tighter around her. "I fear the only thing that can save my father now is nothing short of a magical miracle." Her voice drifted off as she laid her head back against his shoulder, relaxing against him.
Adelina's sobs hitched as she felt something heavy and warm settle over her shoulders. With tears clouding her vision, she slowly lifted her head and could just make out the watery figure of Orren. She allowed herself to be pulled into his arms and buried her face against his shoulder as her sobs returned, hands trembling as they rested against his chest. She attempted words but they seemed trapped in her chest and the only sounds capable of escaping were small whimpers as she continued to cry. Then again, she wasn't sure what she would say even if she could. What did one say when they had to watch their father slowly whither away? She felt a rumble go through Orren's chest and it took several moments for the words to process through her brain. She leaned back slightly, not leaving his embrace but just enough to wipe fruitlessly at her face. She sniffled, having to clear her throat multiple times before she was able to speak. "I think, deep down, I knew. I just didn't want to accept the fact that I would soon have to bury my father next to my mother...and my little brother. But I am grateful that you brought him here. I couldn't stand to think of him passing in that house, where we lost my mother and unborn brother in one night. At least here, he can see the beautiful gardens and go knowing myself and my brother will be alright."
More tears trickled down her cheeks and she gripped the cloak tighter around her. "I fear the only thing that can save my father now is nothing short of a magical miracle." Her voice drifted off as she laid her head back against his shoulder, relaxing against him.