2nd Sending [Audio/Commentlog]

[thequeensown]

[Much has been happening in the past week or so, and a good portion was not good. Some creature ransacked the Keep during the night and attacked several people that she knows and one that she shares her life with. After assuring that Kevas was bandaged and on his feet (protests be damned), she had taken to heart the matter of a certain missing raptor.

Shaka was nowhere to be found and Talia was beginning to think that the creature would not be seen again.

And then there was the matter of Sollux and poor Isabella, also victims of the recent attacks .. Talia was concerned about the young bard and troll (whether he wanted that concern or not).

Having not see Coen in a few days, Talia goes with the way she knows best to find him and the others.]

Coen .. if I might have a moment of your time when you are able?

[Yes, Coen. Accept it now, sweet cakes, cause it ain't gonna change anytime soon. :D]

Kevas, I've seen nothing of Shaka these past few days, whether inside or outside of the stables. I will inform you if this changes, or I learn anything ..

Sollux and Isabella ..

[Here there is a brief pause, her concern evident in her tone.]

I pray that you are both feeling better .. 'Bella .. when you feel up to it, and in your own good time, I have located the Bower and a most suitable harp .. I would love to play for you if you are still interested.

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Heartstrings.... youhavethem.

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[Isabella listens quietly as Talia recounts the Chosen-tale. It was beautiful. Divine. Speaking of a touch of fate and destiny that few stories she had heard to this point could touch upon. The closest being perhaps the stories of true love and soul mates. Stories that ended as tragedies, one and all.

The longer the accounting went on, the farther it began to delve into personal matters. Like snow falling down a mountainside, it started a cascade.

Seeing the tears in Talia's eyes caused a pain deep within Isabella's chest.

She could not be unaffected by this, not in the least. To sit here and hear the emotions in Talia's voice, read it in her body and not react would take a heart of solid stone. The bard was not made of that stern stuff. When Talia plunged into the drawbacks and consequences of Companion and Herald, her own breath hitched. You did not need to be a seer to see where the tale would lead.

When she heard the name Roland she knew.

When hazel eyes met green and the bard saw the jagged pain laying there, her own eyes welled with witnessing it.

When the young woman in front of her chokes on words that were pain-filled to even mentally recount.... the half-angelic moves.

She did not know if it was right, or proper, or acceptable. She could not know how the Herald would react. The little voices inside of the bard that reminded her of manners and procedures for everyday life, were struck dumb. Hearing Talia's voice break was the final blow.

A rustle of feathers accompanies the bard as she puts awkward arms around Talia.

They might hold her too tight in one place, too loose in another and there is no motherly bosom that Talia could find solace in. Isabella does her best to comfort, unpracticed as she is, and will share in your pain and bleed a little with you. ]

/plays them better than the harp! :D

[thequeensown]

[Once the flow of her grief has started, it swells and tumbles quickly from her tightly held control. Not her shields, mind .. just the tears. Talia had long since lost her connection with her Companion, their link severed the moment she'd been taken from her world and dropped onto the deck of the MS Elegante. However, it had been months before the crew and survivors had learned that their entire worlds were no more.

Her Companion .. the other half of her soul .. was dead; murdered by the End as it consumed all the worlds it passed. The crew and survivors had been forced to 'kill' them yet again when they made the choice to deny the End and fight against it.

Though the reality of Rolan's death could not be denied, there had been no time to properly mourn while upon the Elegante and the Shore. Too busy trying to survive to properly grieve, the Herald kept the festering wound to herself. Her shields became her lifeline, protecting those around her from what she could not allow herself to fall into.

Not even to Kevas would she show the full weight of her pain, knowing the he himself was facing more than his own weight with the loss of his daughter and friends.

Ever self-sacrificing, the Herald put the need and pain of others before herself as she always would.

Isabella's comfort, confused and uncertain as it may be, is more than she's ever allowed herself and she crumples beneath its offering. She clutches at the angel girl as she is pulled gently into her arms, body wracked with sobs. She cares not that Isabella is younger and unpracticed, taking far more solace from her than the girl might realize.

There is nothing pretty about this .. grief in it's finest and most raw. Even losing Dirk, her soul mate, had not been as painful as accepting the loss of the one being that knew and loved her above all else. Still, she keeps the emotional weight to herself, wishing in no way to share this sorrow with anyone more than she already is.]

*CRAI*

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[When she pulls Isabella tight and starts sobbing, Isabella responses in the only way she knows how. She holds the Herald closer and lets her cry. She can feel her own tears welling with sympathy for the woman, it would not take much when hearing such sorrow bubble forth.

She can not speak. Nor will she. There was nothing she felt she could say that would ease this kind of grief.

Her good wing moves with Isabella and instinctively tries to cup around Talia, shielding them both partly. ]