03-22-2020, 03:17 PM
“Nope.” Sesuna stood to gather her bag when the train lurched to a standstill, and led the way out into the sun. She was quiet for most of the rest of the journey, more out of consideration for the depth of his mood than any desire not to talk. They had left Anbessa on the train, but she knew he needed time to don the habits of Idris.
Outside the car, her expression tightened when he squeezed her hand. It did not seem a particularly comforting omen, but there was precious little she could do to sooth his anxiety beyond squeeze back. She did not like being here either.
A brief incline of her head offered a greeting as they were met, but her usual jovial tongue was measured instead with silence. They all knew it was not Sesuna for whom the summons really came, just that she was rarely far from her brother’s shadow. The words plummeted like the weight of their father’s anvil. When Bessie fell she felt her chest cleave.
She squatted down beside him. One hand reached calmly for the fingers clawing up the dust to stop their plight. Her sleeves were tugged back by the heat. He would see the mark, and she meant him to. Together. They were in this together, no matter that his was the greater burden. She’d given up everything too when the power burned her up with fever and left her changed. This was just another mountain.
Meanwhile her chin tilted to regard the woman. Mother would be mortified with disrespect, but her expression was hard anyway. It did not gladden her to see Anbessa this way.
Outside the car, her expression tightened when he squeezed her hand. It did not seem a particularly comforting omen, but there was precious little she could do to sooth his anxiety beyond squeeze back. She did not like being here either.
A brief incline of her head offered a greeting as they were met, but her usual jovial tongue was measured instead with silence. They all knew it was not Sesuna for whom the summons really came, just that she was rarely far from her brother’s shadow. The words plummeted like the weight of their father’s anvil. When Bessie fell she felt her chest cleave.
She squatted down beside him. One hand reached calmly for the fingers clawing up the dust to stop their plight. Her sleeves were tugged back by the heat. He would see the mark, and she meant him to. Together. They were in this together, no matter that his was the greater burden. She’d given up everything too when the power burned her up with fever and left her changed. This was just another mountain.
Meanwhile her chin tilted to regard the woman. Mother would be mortified with disrespect, but her expression was hard anyway. It did not gladden her to see Anbessa this way.