memories like poison

Katriel's teeth clenched, her eyes flashed, and she fought the urge to growl at the girl. But...The innocent confusion, the befuddled stare...No, Sivene knew not what she said. She could not know. Katriel blinked at the oceanic elvhen, and slowly, helplessly, her indignation bled away. Perhaps the point of her words had been lost. Perhaps - shockingly - Sivene had no frame of reference. Unfortunately, Katriel did not know how to explain herself any better in common, and she thought that if she tried in elvhen, that the subject would only serve to distress the other woman even more.

A millennia of horror, of blood and pain and rage and helplessness, of fighting - only to come face to face with an aberration who had never known a drop of it. Could she convey it through words?

Should she?

Her shoulders dropped, and she averted her gaze. No. No, she wouldn't, she couldn't, she shouldn't. "People change. Prisoners...set free. Take new names, to become new. Numbers no more." It was all she had, all she could offer. Rage would not help her here. She sighed, and when the other woman asked if she was okay, Katriel shook her head and took a step back. "Din. Ar ame tel'din. Tel'din mala mar."

She glanced down the street, and then back. She was already angling her body to go, unsure whether or not it was a farewell...or if she was merely running away. "Dareth shiral, tessa'len."

[Exit]