:.{ "I can feel it coming for her..." | feat. Lorak and Faeylah }.:

Written from Lorak's point of view. He sits by a sick fawn...

I sit by her, curled around the frail body that refuses to stop shivering. Her friend, whom I believe is named Elle, has left, leaving myself and this youngster alone. I can hear the wind, but there are whispers mixed with it that do not belong solely to nature.
I can feel it coming for her...
Blood sprays from her mouth as she coughs and hacks, tears filling her eyes.
"What's h-happening, mister!? What's the red stuff!?" Her voice is panicked, high-pitched. My own voice is shaking as I respond.
"It's...it's blood. It's...it's from your heart....Your name's Faeylah, isn't it?" She nods, then speaks again.
"What's that?"
"It's...something very special. It's the Gods' way of telling you they love you, and that...you're special, too..."
"I-I'm special?" She coughs again, then sniffles sadly. "Why?"
"Everyone's special, little one. But you...you're more special than the others. Th-the Gods have...a special journey that you need to take...quite soon, I believe..."
Faelyn's face is panicked as she stares at me, watery eyes into orange. Tears fill my own orbs. "Are they going t-to take me away? I-I d-don't want to leave!"
I explain to her that noone ever does...We talk more, things that I will not reveal here to anyone's eyes and ears...
She asks if she can talk to Elle, Teacup, and Nine...
I explain that I can tell them what she wants to say.

The poor fawn...It's too early. She doesn't deserve the pain, or the gentle lies that I have to feed her, though most of it is true. It seems to help, the way I word things. I pray that she won't hate me after it happens...

"Will you look after me?"
"...Of course."

I'll do my best for her. I'll lead her.
Take care of her.

But I must meet the ones she loves.

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So, yes. Poor Faeylah :c
Lorak would like to meet Nine and Teacup o: And become more acquainted with Elle...