Welp, here's hoping this peaceful moment last. Don't expect it to.
The feeling that he should be gone and out of here increases, causing him to gulp as he is questioned about who sent him here. He explained that the elderly lady that ran the orphanage in Halo (who I really need to figure out a name for, bleugh...) had sent him, with her figuring Belril would be more able to practice certain skills and wouldn't be too much of a headache for Deimos, at least in comparison to those who might get drunk off their butts during this task. "I promise I won't be too much of a hassle," he added at the end sheepishly, his head slightly down.
His eyes, after thanking Kiada for the drinks with a sympathetic smile, drew themselves to...Belril couldn't even tell what Chulane was painting, and he was too far to hear what was breathed under the guy's breath.
Either way, he didn't want to be anywhere near that thing...
Returning his attention to the dummy he stitched up, he didn't immediately have anyone in mind when it came to possible enemies...then a sudden feeling of betrayal crossed him as his mother crossed his mind. He recalled how he never saw his parents after one specific day, how they appeared to never try to find him in the snowy town, how years passed since they left him behind. His hands were moving automatically, if shakily, as emotion tried to flood him of the old wound of loss and betrayal.
His dummy slowly began to take shape into that of a woman, curly hair like his, slightly lighter shade of brown, however. For skin color, he tried to match his own, for he and both of his parents had similar shades of skin. Eyes, he tried to match the amber eyes she had, at least to some degree of accuracy. He tried to recall to the best of his ability things she would try to wear and would try to mimic that, but in addition was a rendition of a very-peculiar ring on one of her fingers...
Belril forms his particular dummy to match the appearance of his mother, since he could only do one of his parents (otherwise he would have done both of them).
His eyes, after thanking Kiada for the drinks with a sympathetic smile, drew themselves to...Belril couldn't even tell what Chulane was painting, and he was too far to hear what was breathed under the guy's breath.
Either way, he didn't want to be anywhere near that thing...
Returning his attention to the dummy he stitched up, he didn't immediately have anyone in mind when it came to possible enemies...then a sudden feeling of betrayal crossed him as his mother crossed his mind. He recalled how he never saw his parents after one specific day, how they appeared to never try to find him in the snowy town, how years passed since they left him behind. His hands were moving automatically, if shakily, as emotion tried to flood him of the old wound of loss and betrayal.
His dummy slowly began to take shape into that of a woman, curly hair like his, slightly lighter shade of brown, however. For skin color, he tried to match his own, for he and both of his parents had similar shades of skin. Eyes, he tried to match the amber eyes she had, at least to some degree of accuracy. He tried to recall to the best of his ability things she would try to wear and would try to mimic that, but in addition was a rendition of a very-peculiar ring on one of her fingers...
Belril forms his particular dummy to match the appearance of his mother, since he could only do one of his parents (otherwise he would have done both of them).
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BELRIL
