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Post by Traycor-Esgarrouth-Seroik on Oct 26, 2008 5:43:57 GMT -8
Traycor blinked and followed her. Most Andalites usually compared him to his uncle, and on one occasion, Matthews-Koris had accidentally compared him to his mother. Though she refused to elaborate. His grandparents were one of the few people who actually thought he looked more like his father, and this group usually consisted of people who had actually known his father. Then again, he had seen pictures of both his father and his uncle, and they looked fairly alike when Aximili got older, so he could understand the comparison. Still, he wasn't sure if he should be happy about actually being compared to his father in looks, or annoyed that once again, he was being compared to his father. So, he simply kept his face blank and followed his new Prince...ess...towards the dropshaft. <Princess Leona, may I ask you something?> he questioned, eyes low. He knew that asking personal questions of commanding officers was frowned upon, but he was curious.
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Post by shandragontear on Oct 26, 2008 15:00:04 GMT -8
Hearing Traycor's question Leona paused, her head turning to bring her main eyes toward him. It was a human habit she had never bothered to rid her self of, looking at people with her main eyes when speaking to them. She simply felt it rude not to.
<Of course.> She answered, her thoughts as gentle as the serene expression on her mouthless face. <You may ask me anything.>
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Post by Traycor-Esgarrouth-Seroik on Oct 27, 2008 5:44:38 GMT -8
<Did...Did you know my father?> He didn't want to admit it, but he could barely remember the names of the original six Animorphs. And most of his history teachers simply glossed over that section, since it was considered slightly embarrassing that a few children had done what the Andalite fleet could not. Yes, they did exhonorate the Animorphs, but usually this was taught to the younger ones. That, and he often found his mind wandering in class...
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Post by shandragontear on Oct 27, 2008 13:19:32 GMT -8
For a moment Leona was silent, her main eyes lowering for a second, thinking how best to answer her aristh. <I had the honor of fight along side him, for a time.> She finally said as her amber eyes returned to Traycor. Her answer didn't sound annoyed or angered to have Traycor asking such things, but there was a sense of longing in her thoughts at the bitter sweet memories.
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Post by Traycor-Esgarrouth-Seroik on Oct 28, 2008 18:14:50 GMT -8
<I see,> Traycor replied, not sure what else to say to the statement. He noted that Princess Leona's "voice" sounded almost...longing. He briefly found himself wondering what type of relationship they had, but he mentally shooed those thoughts away. Though shooing those thoughts brought many other questions about his father to his mind. He searched for the right question to ask, finally saying, <What was he like? My father.> Yes, he had heard the stories about what a great warrior his father was, but he didn't want to hear about that. He wanted to know what Aximili was like. What his interests were. What type of an Andalite he was. He was also hoping that Princess Leona wouldn't mind his questions.
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Post by shandragontear on Oct 28, 2008 22:08:45 GMT -8
Leona's main eyes lowered, looking lost in her memories for a moment as she thought on how best to answer Traycor's question. <He was.....everything a warrior should be.> She finally said with that same distant longing to her thoughts, lost from reality for the moment.
<Brave, loyal, honorable, strong, understanding, empathetic....and any other list of similar adjectives that come to mind when one things of a warrior.> Leona's main eyes lifted again to meet with Traycor's as she added, her thoughts sounding a bit softer. <But no warrior is with out fear, shame, or doubt, even the most renowned. Including your father.....and my self.>
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Post by Traycor-Esgarrouth-Seroik on Nov 3, 2008 10:31:19 GMT -8
Traycor nodded. He had heard most of this before, but the concept of Aximili fearful or shameful or even doubtful was a bit of a shock to him. He knew, logically, that everyone was fearful a points, but sometimes it seemed as if his father was above such emotions. Now this Princess was telling him that his father had been afraid. Had been...shameful, it gave him hope. Hope that maybe, one day, he could actually live up to the memory of his father and his uncle. Finally, he asked, <What was it like? On Earth? During the invasion?>
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Post by shandragontear on Nov 3, 2008 16:39:24 GMT -8
At Traycor's next question Leona lowered her main eyes for a moment, a mix of horrifying and bitter sweet memories flashing from behind her eyes. <The battles....were terrifying, the victories were few....and yet some how there were still moments when we were able to smile.> She finally answered him after a moment. <We were just children, suddenly forced to become experts in gorilla war fair.>
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Post by Traycor-Esgarrouth-Seroik on Nov 5, 2008 6:10:19 GMT -8
<I appologize,> Traycor responded after a moment of silence. <I-I did not mean to bring up such painful memories for you.> He blinked rapidly, staring at the ground, one stalk-eye always looking behind him while the other made sure he didn't run into any walls at this point.
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Post by shandragontear on Nov 5, 2008 19:39:52 GMT -8
<You have no reason to apologize.> Leona said simply as her main eyes lifted to bring their gaze back to Traycor. <Our past is part of what makes us who we are. I have no regrets.> It was some what of a lie, she did have regrets, she simply chose not to dwell on them.
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Post by Traycor-Esgarrouth-Seroik on Nov 7, 2008 13:23:01 GMT -8
Taycor looked back up at Princess Leona. He understood her admission of having no regrets. While he was aware that everyone had regrets, he always thought that dwelling on them was pointless. The past is in the past. It was one of the reasons why he didn't like to focus on the fact that his father abandoned him. <May I ask where we are headed?> He said finally, changing the subject.
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Post by shandragontear on Nov 7, 2008 16:00:51 GMT -8
<Earth.> Leona answered simply, her expression seeming to harden back to the cold gaze of a warrior. <There's been....an incident.> Her head turned to bring her main eyes back to look ahead of her, seeming to debate with her self weather or not she should go in to more detail of the incident with her new Aristh.
<....Esplin 9466 is missing...> She said finally, her main eyes shifting back toward Traycor to judge his reaction to what was still rather classified information.
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Post by Traycor-Esgarrouth-Seroik on Nov 10, 2008 15:00:27 GMT -8
Traycor blinked, letting that information settle in. He hadn't heard anything about it on the homeworld...surely that would be big news unless...Unless it was classified. His eyes widened a bit. Was his new Princess breaking regulations? Or was this something he was now priveledged to, because he was on a ship? He didn't know which it was, but he was a bit too nervous to ask. So, instead he inquired, <When...When did he escape?>
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Post by shandragontear on Nov 10, 2008 15:07:57 GMT -8
<We received word of it just over eight hours ago.> Leona answered, her thoughts lowering to keep them private between her self and Traycor. She really wasn't sure if she was suppose to be letting her Aristh in on such delicate information, but Leona wasn't exactly known for following regulations to the 'T'.
<We'll know more once we get to Earth and meet with their officials.> She commented with a bit of a nod.
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Post by Traycor-Esgarrouth-Seroik on Dec 2, 2008 11:17:19 GMT -8
Traycor returned the nod, trying not to let his excitement show. Despite the fact that he knew the dangers of combat technically, he was still eager to put his tail-fighting abilities to the test. And what better person to test them out on than on Esplin himself, the very same Yeerk his father and brother had fought against. Perhaps he could even surpass even them, in time.
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