Thread: To mend, everything that died. {Siri and ForeverM}

S yrie was caught off guard as the woman dropped to the ground, kneeling before her. She was taken back by the amount of respect of the other seemed to possess and show towards her. Her breath was taken away. It was the first time anyone had shown her such respect. She was needed? Even after having learned about that she was of noble birth and where she was from, Syrie still did not consider herself of grave importance. As Syrie was lost in thought, caught in the whirlwind moment of having someone show her such respect, she then noticed the scars. How did she not notice them before? The tender smile faded ever so slightly as her brows furrowed with some concern. Were those scars from a battle? Did they take place under her mother's care or under the reign of this new Emperor her adoptive parents had informed her of. Yet, her question was to remain unanswered for the moment as the woman then continued to speak. Syrie listened to every word and detail the woman gave, paying attention to her tone. Syrie was beginning to feel uncomfortable with Saleina kneeling before her like that. It was something she was not accustomed to and even this was the way those of her birth right to be treated, Syrie did not wish it. She never wished herself to be above anyone else, she only wished for everyone to be held in equal regards. A part of her at that moment wished she was not someone of such important status. A faint, rosy blush had then splayed across her pale peach cheeks as she was compared to her mother. Her adoptive parents had spoken of her mother's natural beauty and now Saleina was referencing to it as well. It was a great feeling to be called 'beautiful', even if it was only in a comparison. Syrie's eyes widened when Saleina told her the source of the voice within her head. Her head cocked to the side as she attempted to understand what the woman was telling her. Her head then straightened out as she closed her eyes, attempting to remember that voice. It was so kind and gentle, the voice so soothing. Even though all it was was but a voice, it was comforting and warm, as though a warm blanket had been placed around Syrie and she had been pulled into a warm embrace. The gentle smile soon returned, more prompt and evident this time. It was nice to hear her mother's voice. With a voice like that, her mother was truly a kind hearted soul. Syrie slowly opened her eyes and caught sight of Saleina lowering her head once again. She really wished she wouldn't do that. Yet, Syrie remained silent for the moment, not wishing to interrupt the other. That would have been rude in her eyes. Her ears twitched with the way Saleina spoke of the humans and their plane, and saddened her heart. Even further was when Saleina stated she did not belong there. Her gaze was soon locked with that of Saleina's once more. A tender smile returned as she offered out her hand and waited for Saleina to take it. The moment she would, Syrie nudged and pulled the other to her feet. Please, you don't have to kneel before me. I don't wish for that. She was tender with her words, them coming out coated in a loving tone. I. This is a lot to take in. It was only when I first followed you and came back that I learned of my heritage and my late mother. It's still hard to believe that I'm royalty. She lightly laughed, giggling soft at the mentioning of her being royalty. Why? Why do you speak of humans in such a way? They have their flaws, but who doesn't? No one is true perfection. If everyone was of true perfection, then everything would indeed in fact be ever so plain and boring. Her smile remained as she glanced back over her shoulder, gazing in the direction where her home was ever so far away. She thought of her human parents and what they had shown her. Her eyes closed for a moment as fond memories surfaced. Her eyes slowly opened, sorrow nearly filling them. Return to Etheral. That means, I'll have to leave here. There was sadness in her tone as she thought about leaving behind her beloved parents. That tender voice once again echoed through her mind. 'My little one, you must return for them. I fear since my absence there is a terrible evil extending its reach. That reach will soon envelope this world as well. Your parents will be safe for the time being. Yet, if you do not return, they will no longer be safe. You have seen what I wish for our people to see. Do not doubt yourself. You are my daughter. With Lady Saleina at your side, you will take back our kingdom and open our people's eyes. Lady Saleina may be doubtful now, but you will be able to achieve what I could not. I know you can.' Syrie felt oddly comforted by her mother's words, her voice echoing in her mind with reassurance. Syrie turned her head to look at Saleina once more. I'll return with you. But I am going to need your help. Will you assist me the way you assisted my mother? I wish for you to be at my side. She smiled warmly to the other. Syrie possessed a gentle and tender soul, one of true purity. Also, if I may, you are truly beautiful. She giggled soft heartedly as she combed her fingers through her hair. Are we going to return the way in which I followed you last night? If so, Syrie knelt down as she picked up her cap before standing back up and placing it upon her head, please lead the way, Lady Saleina.