It's a violent outburst, brilliant as her anger, sharp as she shouts it. Her hands hold onto the egg, green and large compared to the slight, pale shape of her hands, everything about her screaming frustration, hurt, anger. She does not know how to reign herself in when it comes to this, does not know how to settle herself, and she reaches, careful, placing the egg in the bag. A sharp noise has Rav'ahm coming down, nestling on the top of it, protective. He will do as she asks.
"I have done all that this world had asked of me and I was given nothing but punishment, nothing but torment and anger."
It gives Lauralae enough time to rise to her feet, hand resting against the tree as she steadies herself. She knows how small she appears, how weak she is, but she has a strength that no one else might ever be able to estimate. Aramas had not, even when he had discovered who she was; if he lived still she would rip his throat out, show him the truth of what she had chosen to become. What she had chosen to be.
"For the will of humans my mother was murdered." Her voice counters his, still sharp, but quieter. It's not something she has spoken of often, and she can feel the knots and nausea in her stomach, the way that she wants to curl up inside herself, how she might fall to pieces now. "A man slipped into her room and slit her throat, left her there, pushed poison in her skin so that she could not recover. A man took her from me, just as the dragons took yours from you. Should I be hateful to every man that walks this earth?"
She is, she knows that, but it is more than because of the death of Myr; it is more than that. It is fear, and anger, and pain, thrumming through her even as she stares at Alucard.
"I will not destroy this egg. I will not kill it when I spent so much saving it." A tremble in her voice now, tears in her eyes. "It is mine. This is what I have chosen. It is mine to keep, to love. I will be bound to it and it will be bound to me. This is the path I have chosen, the first I have picked for myself."
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It's a violent outburst, brilliant as her anger, sharp as she shouts it. Her hands hold onto the egg, green and large compared to the slight, pale shape of her hands, everything about her screaming frustration, hurt, anger. She does not know how to reign herself in when it comes to this, does not know how to settle herself, and she reaches, careful, placing the egg in the bag. A sharp noise has Rav'ahm coming down, nestling on the top of it, protective. He will do as she asks.
"I have done all that this world had asked of me and I was given nothing but punishment, nothing but torment and anger."
It gives Lauralae enough time to rise to her feet, hand resting against the tree as she steadies herself. She knows how small she appears, how weak she is, but she has a strength that no one else might ever be able to estimate. Aramas had not, even when he had discovered who she was; if he lived still she would rip his throat out, show him the truth of what she had chosen to become. What she had chosen to be.
"For the will of humans my mother was murdered." Her voice counters his, still sharp, but quieter. It's not something she has spoken of often, and she can feel the knots and nausea in her stomach, the way that she wants to curl up inside herself, how she might fall to pieces now. "A man slipped into her room and slit her throat, left her there, pushed poison in her skin so that she could not recover. A man took her from me, just as the dragons took yours from you. Should I be hateful to every man that walks this earth?"
She is, she knows that, but it is more than because of the death of Myr; it is more than that. It is fear, and anger, and pain, thrumming through her even as she stares at Alucard.
"I will not destroy this egg. I will not kill it when I spent so much saving it." A tremble in her voice now, tears in her eyes. "It is mine. This is what I have chosen. It is mine to keep, to love. I will be bound to it and it will be bound to me. This is the path I have chosen, the first I have picked for myself."