[ he’s just a child, she thinks watching the boy depart too. brave, though, to stay. kind to wish to help. could her brother walk, he would have done much the same. had he lived.
a small groan catches her attention, so quiet no one would have heard it. but she is no one and she is close too. zokla takes the old woman’s arm. she lets the woman use her for support to ease her carefully to her feet. the old woman passes a gnarled hand over zokla’s short brown hair before carefully stepping past. zokla watches her in case she falls. ]
All men must die.
[ non sequitur in any other context. except she briefly catches inuyasha’s eye before turning to watch the woman and boy. she might leave the answer there, but she finds her tongue loosening. ]
It’s High Valyrian. Like my name. Back home, we use it as a greeting or a farewell. The other person answers with valor dohaeris — “all men must serve.”
[ her eyes fall to the line of white-wrapped figures at their feet. ]
All men must die. But this is cruel. [ her voice, mostly toneless before, acquires a furious edge that only grows. nymeria echoes her anger so the black growls almost seem to come from the girl, instead. ] They weren’t fighting. They weren’t threatening homes or their family. They were just here.
[ the last word is almost a snarl, forced through between her teeth, indignant and frustrated and tired that everywhere, everywhere…it’s always the same. ]
no subject
a small groan catches her attention, so quiet no one would have heard it. but she is no one and she is close too. zokla takes the old woman’s arm. she lets the woman use her for support to ease her carefully to her feet. the old woman passes a gnarled hand over zokla’s short brown hair before carefully stepping past. zokla watches her in case she falls. ]
All men must die.
[ non sequitur in any other context. except she briefly catches inuyasha’s eye before turning to watch the woman and boy. she might leave the answer there, but she finds her tongue loosening. ]
It’s High Valyrian. Like my name. Back home, we use it as a greeting or a farewell. The other person answers with valor dohaeris — “all men must serve.”
[ her eyes fall to the line of white-wrapped figures at their feet. ]
All men must die. But this is cruel. [ her voice, mostly toneless before, acquires a furious edge that only grows. nymeria echoes her anger so the black growls almost seem to come from the girl, instead. ] They weren’t fighting. They weren’t threatening homes or their family. They were just here.
[ the last word is almost a snarl, forced through between her teeth, indignant and frustrated and tired that everywhere, everywhere…it’s always the same. ]