What's a double rainbow? [Keith's words yet ring in her ear when she opens her eyes to the sight and sound of the waves, a small turtle slowly making its way to the water's edge catching her attention. Well, the brightness certainly matched for what she recalls. She vaguely recalls a crash, but then--]
Is this a dream...? [She mutters aloud, reaching up to remove her helmet after sitting upright; legs tucked underneath her on one side. She can't help but smile faintly and warmly as she gazes out upon the water; at all the colors reflecting just below the surface of the waves. It takes one glance at the small turtle to realize it is their shells reflecting the light. What a fascinating sight.
The water laps at her feet with each wave that comes in, but she finds she doesn't mind. Allura had seen many wondrous sights both before and after she had met the current generation of Paladins, but it has been quite some time since she was allowed to simply take sights in with wonder.
That is when she picks up ths sound of sand crunching beneath another's foot and she turns her head, helmet still resting in her lap. At least, until she stands up straight. Her helmet remains in her left hand, freeing her right either for a friendly gesture or to defend herself should the need arise. She sincerely hopes for the former.]
Hello? Is someone there?
Face From the Past.
[How she longed to hear his voice again; to seek his guidance and council once more. But not like this. She had beamed at the praise, to hear him say she has done well guiding the other Paladins. Yet that was some time ago. Now, he doesn't even sound like the father and king she once knew.
She had been foolish to trust Lotor. She'd been foolish to let him close to her. Yet there is no way he could know of such things, even his memories had been lost to them for decaphoebs, and any remnant of him save the hologram of he and her mother she'd grabbed from her quarters for even less time.
You don't have to continue walking this path of sacrifice, Allura. You could return with me; be with the rest of our people. With me. The shade reaches for her hand, but the moment she felt the pressure on hers, she throws him like a ragdoll. It will do no good, but at least she will feel a little better.
A very miniscule amount.] I would love for that to be so, but you are not my father, [She spits out; it hurts to even say as much, even if it rings true.] The real King Alfor would never say personal sacrifice for the good of our people is too great.
[Allura sets her jaw as she stands tall, though anyone who knows her could tell her shoulders are shaking.] The Paladins and the people of Earth are my people as much as the missing remnants of the Altean colony Keith and his mother found.
[Whatever the shade says next has her grit her teeth and ball her hands into fists.] How dare you insult him like that? We may have our differences, but I would and do trust him with my life as much as the others. Keith is not Zarkon!
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[Keith's words yet ring in her ear when she opens her eyes to the sight and sound of the waves, a small turtle slowly making its way to the water's edge catching her attention. Well, the brightness certainly matched for what she recalls. She vaguely recalls a crash, but then--]
Is this a dream...? [She mutters aloud, reaching up to remove her helmet after sitting upright; legs tucked underneath her on one side. She can't help but smile faintly and warmly as she gazes out upon the water; at all the colors reflecting just below the surface of the waves. It takes one glance at the small turtle to realize it is their shells reflecting the light. What a fascinating sight.
The water laps at her feet with each wave that comes in, but she finds she doesn't mind. Allura had seen many wondrous sights both before and after she had met the current generation of Paladins, but it has been quite some time since she was allowed to simply take sights in with wonder.
That is when she picks up ths sound of sand crunching beneath another's foot and she turns her head, helmet still resting in her lap. At least, until she stands up straight. Her helmet remains in her left hand, freeing her right either for a friendly gesture or to defend herself should the need arise. She sincerely hopes for the former.]
Hello? Is someone there?
Face From the Past.
[How she longed to hear his voice again; to seek his guidance and council once more. But not like this. She had beamed at the praise, to hear him say she has done well guiding the other Paladins. Yet that was some time ago. Now, he doesn't even sound like the father and king she once knew.
She had been foolish to trust Lotor. She'd been foolish to let him close to her. Yet there is no way he could know of such things, even his memories had been lost to them for decaphoebs, and any remnant of him save the hologram of he and her mother she'd grabbed from her quarters for even less time.
You don't have to continue walking this path of sacrifice, Allura. You could return with me; be with the rest of our people. With me. The shade reaches for her hand, but the moment she felt the pressure on hers, she throws him like a ragdoll. It will do no good, but at least she will feel a little better.
A very miniscule amount.] I would love for that to be so, but you are not my father, [She spits out; it hurts to even say as much, even if it rings true.] The real King Alfor would never say personal sacrifice for the good of our people is too great.
[Allura sets her jaw as she stands tall, though anyone who knows her could tell her shoulders are shaking.] The Paladins and the people of Earth are my people as much as the missing remnants of the Altean colony Keith and his mother found.
[Whatever the shade says next has her grit her teeth and ball her hands into fists.] How dare you insult him like that? We may have our differences, but I would and do trust him with my life as much as the others. Keith is not Zarkon!