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[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]
The Talith Home
It was a beautiful summer day.
Maleah and Micah were frolicking with a baby Nexu, their giggles echoing up and down the beach. There was salt in the air, the mist of the sea and the kiss of the afternoon sun.
Her youngest daughter was attempting to catch a small turtle crawling across the wet sand, with Micah giving little grunts behind her to try and help her. They both kept tumbling down onto the ground, the Nexu with them having none of it, blocking their attack. It would paw and walk in a small half circle, bumping them to the floor with a nudge of its large wedge like head.
More giggles would ensue.
It was nearing two weeks since Soliael and Aela left on their mini father daughter bonding adventure. It was a rather nerve wracking first couple of days; mainly because the twins were constantly asking where their father and Aela were at. But Soliael was consistent with holocalling, and the twins would settle down for the night after talking with their father.
As mischievous as they would be, the amount of love and affection they held for him and Aela would be evident with how much they missed them.
Nights would be summed up with interesting and exciting stories, a bit of show and tell. The more Aela and her father would talk about it, the more excited and eager the twins were for an adventure of their own, even asking if they could go once he'd returned. Soliael would tell the twins to take care of their mother; Micah to remember to tuck his chin if he fell, Maleah to remember their deal if she behaved.
Bedtime would approach, and it was only after the twins were tucked into bed that Kira had a few minutes of alone time with her husband. In it she would ask how the meeting with his oma went, how Aela took to her, and to give Amore her love. Soliael in turn will tell his wife... well, it is none of anyones business what he told his wife! That's between him and Kira!
Amusement would light the Lorrdian's expression, a tall glass of lemonade clasped to her hand. Another giggle would come drifting from the beach, Maleah's tiny legs running away from the wave that would seemingly crash to get her.
Just three more days until---
Kira froze.
Worry bled through the lines of her face. It was faint, but she felt a rise of trepidation. A dark forbearing. The tiny hairs at the nape of her neck would start to rise.
Was it the Force? No. It was something else.
Her brow would furrow and then blue eyes would fall to the ring on her finger. It was a puzzle ring, made of six different bands and specifically woven to rest a certain way. Were she ever to take it off, it would fall apart, almost neigh impossible to put back together, unless one knew the trick. Soliael had made it for her.
Soliael.
Kira gave a sudden grimace; wincing as a sharp plummeting sensation would fill her being. Apprehension. Anxiety. Fear.
Sol.
The sound of a glass shattering would fill Kira's world for the next few minutes. It would sear into her mind; that very moment. Blood would drain from her face, blanching in growing panic. A hand would grasp her chest, and she gave a shudder. It was Sol; his emotions tearing through her skin and sinking into her muscles.
Something was wrong.
Terribly wrong. She was shaking so badly, her hands were like birds as she tried to steady herself. Two small heads down by the water would come to a pause, curiosity in their orange eyes as a Nexu would go bounding in between them.
Ayril. Where was Ayril.
Glass was everywhere, the scent of lemons rising as nine toes would move around the debris. Trembling fingers reaching to her wrist comm, pressing transmit.
"A-Ayril," her voice broke.
It's okay. It's okay. She kept telling herself, even though she could feel the spikes of emotional backlash from her husband.
"Yes, m'lady." came the prompt reply. The Crusaders were always there. Always at the ready. Another wince, then it felt as if her stomach went plummeting to the floor.
"Contact Soliael's shuttle." Her vision would blur as growing worry would twist and claw at her like sharp talons of ice.
Breathe. Just breathe. I can still feel him. I can still --
"Mum?" a small faint voice edged with growing reflective anxiety came behind her. Turning around, Kira saw her youngest, Micah, standing holding Maleah's hand.