Happiness was what Kobato was made of. It ran through her just as blood does to us all. She had a never ending supply of it, and, in turn, she did not keep all of it for herself. Instead, she shared what she could with others. Those who would accept it, that was. Having just recently recovered from a deal with the devil in her sickness, the adolescent was now free of her chains, free to run, free to sing, free to spread her pearly white wings. And those wings had not been clipped when her King, her case, and her guardian had arrived. She had been fearful, for the first time in her life, that he would not accept her presence (yet again). When she was younger, little Ko had been bent on restoring the shattered pieces of Serris’ crystallized heart. It had seemed possible at the time… but as she was enlightened at the end of her distemper, Serry Berry’s heart became clear as crystal. There was no way that Ko could replace all the pieces and expect them to stay together for more that just a few hours or so… not even that. And yet she pressed onward. She fought through her sickness for the sake of those she had receieved kindness from… including Serris.
And when she met him as a teenager for the first time… he had laughed. The sound had been so foreign that, at first, it had scared the youngling. She was up to his collar bone now… and most likely would not grow any taller than that. His black cloak had been the same as Ioryogi’s. His blue eyes had been just a shade lighter than Ioryogi’s. And for the first time in his shadow, she had felt as if she were being graced with the kindness of whatever god’s lingered in their ever changing universe. Stupified by his smile, she had not been able to speak. Not at all. A pounding in her chest had reminded her just what her wish was. To see him again. Kobato, despite her seemingly unflawed personality and physique (how beautiful she had turned out to be!) was beginning to have the slightest slivers of doubt resonate within her organs.
She had never thought much about the possibility of death until she was at his doors, looking up the black iron-barred gates with warm toffee stargazers and a desert-rose colored cloak. She did not wish to cross those gates… and a tugging in her chest had pulled her back as a hook does a trout in the crisp waters of the rivers. To die… would be an awfully big adventure, would it not? But she was not ready for the likes of such. She would die when it was her time… then it had not been her time. Now as she raced in the night’s veil, she glanced upwards, keeping her pretty little head clear of terrible thoughts. She ran until her legs were calling out in pain to her slender and short bodice. It was not much later after she had pulled to a halt, gasping for oxygen to fill her deprived lungs, that she caught a small touch of a different cologne on the wind. It might have been her imagination, for she had never been quite observant… but she turned in that direction besides herself and quietly walked there, knowing that, at this time of night, Serris would most likely be—be doing what? She had never quite documented the Alpha’s routine (despite being his “adopted” daughter). The princess bit her lip and quickened her pace. So absorbed was she in her thoughts that she did not notice her position in the packlands before she came into view of the visitor.
What was waiting for her was a ghost. Or so she thought, at first. Youth and naïve thoughts earlier in her short life had brought the innocent gal the beauty of a blissful childhood. These kind of childish thoughts came first to her… But she had never seen an all white wolf before… perhaps that is why she took to the foliage once more. No doubt the loner had seen her. She wasn’t exactly quiet. On total, the angel had already run into eight trees today. A record, considering that when she was a bit younger she had crashed into thirty five in a single day. Toffee optics swiveled along his form, and she took a big breath, her creamy chest rising and then falling once more. Easy. She peeked her head around the bark of the tree with a monstrous smile on her face and suddenly, she was right up next to the soldier.
Hi! My name is Kobato! What’s your name? Her smile was gentle, endearing and pure. No sense of pride could be picked up from her soft features. Not even the doubt that she had been a victim of earlier had managed to crawl along with her. She was only a few inches away from the pallid warrior. Her smile and her wagging tassel awaited the sir’s answer patiently, happiness ebbing off of her being in every given direction.
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