#thalril

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@zomblequeen, @agentlex, @jarekai

HACKER CABAL wants to battle!  HACKER CABAL sent out GENGAR!

SHARPSHOOTER THALRIL wants to battle! SHARPSHOOTER THALRIL sent out CROBAT!

PSYCHIC JAREKAI wants to battle! PSYCHIC JAREKAI sent out ESPURR!

[axispheydra]

☎ Thalril and Olmara

Thalril announced himself as he always did, with a simple knock and three short words: “Olmara, it’s me.” He’d made an arrangement with her, a special deal on crops to feed the refugees TAI took in, but unfortunately for him, because he was the one who’d suggested it, he was the one they made go to her. It wasn’t that he disliked Olmara, but he didn’t like being around her, either. She was always so bubbly and happy, probably even moreso than most Aurin he knew. As such, she grated on Thalril’s nerves endlessly.

He waited after the knock, counting down the seconds that inconvenience was taking from him. When he got to 15, he became concerned.

“Olmara? Are you in?” he toned, knocking again. This time, he got to seven before the door opened.

She didn’t look well. Olmara’s hair hung down her back, her clothes were dirty and untucked, and she blinked in the sun like she hadn’t been outside in days. “Hey Thalril, what’re you- oh, shoot, today’s the shipment day, ain’t it? I-I plum forogt, let me just... go gather what I can.” She slid past the Mordesh towards her crops, but Thalril continued to stare. He didn’t especially care about Olmara’s personal life, but when he saw her like this, even he had to admit something was off.

“Olmara,” he called, easily striding after her. “Is there... something troubling you? Your countenance is worrisome.”

She was already on her knees, picking vegetables out of the ground, btu Olmara spared a glance up at Thalril. “My what? I don’t really know what yer talkin’ about,” she said, picking through the soil again. “Things ain’t really... that great, but it ain’t... don’t worry about it.”

He didn’t. “I see. Then, do you require any help with these fruits and vegetables? Their requirement is rather necessary.” He hoped she wouldn’t, but the sooner the cargo was ready to go, the better.

“Uh, no, it’s fine, I don’t... I don’t wanna...” Thalril looked down just as Olmara’s shoulders began to tremble. His eyes widened as she began to sob, crouched down in the dirt. “I’m s-sorry, I’ll be... o-okay.”

Glancing side to side as if he were worried someone would spot this moment of weakness, Thalril knelt down beside her. “Are you... well, Olmara? Obviously, something is the matter, so there is no point in lying to me.”

She wiped her eyes with dirt-stained hands, chest heaving in great, sobbing gulps of air. “I-I found... I found my brother,” she said. “I found ‘im. I w-was lookin’ fer him fer so long, an’ I... I found ‘im!” Despite the news, she continued to cry.

“Is that not a good thing?” asked Thalril. He reached out, gently placing a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Unless you found his corpse.”

“No, no,” she said, shaking her head. “He ain’t... he ain’t dead. He’s alive, but that’s... that’s kinds the problem.”

“Is he imprisoned?” Thalril knew nothing about Olmara’s sibling, but he had his doubts that a farmer would be a high-priority target. “Augmented? Corrupted?”

She shook her head again. “No, he’s- he’s okay.”

“Then I fail to see the issue.”

She looked up at Thalril, eyes still dripping. “He’s tryin’ ta- he’s tryin’ ta join them! The Dominion! He says it’s better there, he don’t think Exiles have a future!” Crawling towards him, Olmara put her hand on Thalril’s knee. “He was sayin’ I should come with him, but- after everythin’ they did- I can’t... Believe what I heard...”

Thalril stared, trying to piece together what little he knew about Olmara in his mind. “Ma’s dead ‘cuz of them!” she cried. “They near took everythin’ we had an’ he still thinks things’re gonna be better! What if they find out, what if they find ‘im? He won’t come back, so he’s...” She began to cry again, and for once, Thalril actually felt bad for her. He reached out, wrapping his arms around the woman as she sobbed into his chest.

“Either way, he’s gone!” she sobbed burying her face into his coat. “H-He’s either dead or an enemy... He’s gone, Thalril... I lost my brother...”

Too many families were lost already, thought Thalril. But betrayal might have been worse than death. “I am. Sorry, Olmara. I am sorry.”

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THALRIL FOR @agent-lex!

I WANNA PINCH HIS CHEEKS BUT HE DOESN’T REALLY HAVE ANY.

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