[ P ] i like the devil can fly

Rolling combat 1d20: 11
Fair - You hurt your opponent moderately

Her mother's harsh voice echoed in her ears as she stopped her fighting and stood at attention. She felt her cheeks heat with her failure and opened her mouth to argue against her mother's choice when she clamped her mouth shut and decided to keep her thoughts to herself. She had failed, and that was that. She shouldn't be in the Army, she knew that now, especially if she couldn't even best her own mother in a spar. Sif was far more trained than she was but Sheik was younger and should have been paying better attention to her lessons to get the upperhand. "Yes, ma'am." she murmured sullenly.

The only thing that lifted her spirits was her mother agreeing to keep training her in hopes that she could still fight off the monsters she so desperately wanted to save herself and her brother from. Her ears perked back up and she nodded agreeably. "Yeah," she said, unable to say much more. She wasn't sure where she'd go from here now but she'd figure out something. "Let's just... go back inside," she murmured before turning back towards the manse. She waited for her mother to follow, hoping that she at least had made her feel some sort of pride for the things she had displayed right, if that was anything at all.

exit sheik

everywhere i go i drag this coffin just in case

That lone orb did not drift from her daughter’s disappointed face and even with her attempt to soothe the harshness of her voice, to give a glimmer into still being able to keep to a path in a less dangerous way, it seemed it did not pacify the girl in the way she had hoped. She could see the faintest of sparks at the encouragement but not very much. A frown of her own formed along her lips, analyzing the girl, uncertain how to approach this. She had never been great with soothing sorrows, perhaps because she wasn’t great at showing sorrow herself. Emotions were far from her strong suit and she could only guess her children knew that well enough. She could be doting, she could offer some warm hugs and a kiss goodnight but to lift spirits by words? Only Khepri seemed capable of finding comfort in such things from her or maybe she was just blind to what truly qualified as serenity. She had failed to be his anchor in the worst of times, at least in her own heart it felt that way.

Would she cause Sheik to run off too? To try to find comfort and happiness far from her. It was possibly for the best if the girl went to her brother instead or her father, rather than her. They would be better for this kind of thing.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. Your dream is not the first dream I have crushed but I do it out of love and worry,” she sighed, allowing the breath to trail past her lips for a few seconds as she closed her eye and focused on the chirps of birds excited over something. She had ruined another’s dream to join the army too long ago. There was a chance the girl already knew what she meant and therefore she didn’t bother going any further into such things as her tail gave a few soft flicks.

By the time she had opened her eye back up, her daughter had already moved from her side and desired to head into the manse. With a sharp breath in, she smiled tenderly, walking after the golden girl, gently nuzzling her ear as she met up with her, happy she had not lost another child with her cruelty in resolve. “And I love you very much. Don't take my sunshine away,” she added giving the girl a tiny raspberry on the cheek in wish to bring back that darling smile before entering the Manse, wishing to spend a bit more time with her if she’d allow.

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code by claerie ▬ art by areot