Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950523-20160707025819/@comment-27950523-20160807050101

Cali felt her throat tighten. She resisted every urge in her physical and mental being not to wrap her arms around Quinn's small body and hold her ever so tightly.

"Q-Quinn? I don't...I don't understand what you're talking about...?" Cali was confused. Scared and confused. Both feelings she rarely, if ever felt in her life. Much less at the same time. The atmosphere felt heavy, the air maintaining stimulation, the way it feels before a terrible storm hits.

"Why are you crying? What can I do to stop it?"

Cali's voice was hoarse and a low whisper. As if afraid that if she raised her voice too much it would titter Quinn right into the void of hysteria which she seemed to be on the brink of.

"Ist es wahr?"

Cali's spine went rigged. Quinn only ever spoke to her in her mother's tongue when she wanted Cali to ''listen. To understand ''her anger, hurt. Cali knew verbal cues. Her bilogical instinct dictated that. Canine senses telling her something was wrong in the most ethereal ways.

Everything about how Quinn looked and was speaking to her assaulated her senses to a point where Cali actually felt like she wanted to run somewhere far away.

She couldn't. She would never do that to someone so precious to her.

Cali struggled, just a bit to register the sentence in German.

"Is...it..." she began. "Is...is what true? Please. I don't know what you're talking about? What?"

Cali stood. Her breaths, heavy and shallow.