My face is covered within the delicate white fur that is Isola, and her scent so sweet overcomes me completely. I still sob and cry, I cannot help it, I didn't want her to leave me like my mother did. I didn't want her to ever leave me. Isola was my comfort in many ways, just as Father is, and just as Achilles is. My father watches over me and takes me out a lot, but I must stay with Isola so I don't go hungry. Father cannot feed me yet. Achilles is the one who can sing me to sleep when my mind won't stop...ticking. His Latin songs bring such vibrancy, such color of a soothing nature. They were all comforting, yet were distractions from the fact that mother is gone and...dead. I do not want any of them dead, not ever, and when Isola leaves just as my mother left, I fear for her and I panic, thinking she will never return. This time, I made sure she was here. She was here and she was safe.

I feel the softness that is Isola, and I am still taken by my panic at her leaving me. Within moments, I feel her tongue lick me gently, and my cries soften just a little at her gesture. I feel...a smooth calmness overcoming me with each lick that she gives me. I lift my little head out of her pelt, to gaze at her with my icy blue eyes. I am overcome by the soft violet tones of her voice, and it quells the quiver of my lips as I stare into her motherly eyes. I understand her words, all is safe, all is well, and with that, I am content. The white lady then lifts my small body off the ground with ease, and I feel...weightless in this moment within her grasp. It is what my own mother used to do to me when I was small. I may not realize it now, but I have spent more time at the belly of Isola than the one who had birthed me. She is now as much of my mother as Pompeii, and that is why I felt such panic at her leave. Were all mothers to die and leave their children behind? I do not know, but I cannot let Isola do that to me. Just the thought of her being away brings fright deep into my bones.

But as of now, I am carried through the air, my creamy muzzle turning to look out into the vast world that Isola was starting at before my interruption. My cries for her had ceased, though I still heave as children do after. I am placed between her forelegs, feeling her that is Isola all about my small form. This is what I needed from her, to be surrounded by her so I could be whole again. My eyes were still wandering, however, to the vastness of the world, as I made myself comfortable within her embrace. My own paws slowly and gently rest upon her own, cream upon white in the setting of the sun. I am taken by the world set before me. It is larger than I, larger than all and it seems to go on forever. My eyes are wide and yet my chocolate ears lay upon my head from my once panic. I am not afraid of the world out there though, no. I actually feel drawn to it in some strange way. For the first time, I wanted to jump over the edge and run through all the trees, flowers, rocks, rivers. I could see so much, and see the songs of birds as they cheer on the sun's end. I imagine Isola could feel the change within my own body, as she lowers her muzzle to my ears, to whisper her sweet words only to me.

I tear my eyes away from the world, it was very hard to do so, simply so I could look up at her as she finished her words. I shyly give her a nod, an agreement in silence that I would stay with her until Kane came. Quickly I turned my head of flame and light, back onto the sun cast land of Diveen. I listen as she covers me in her voice so violet, about the world so golden in this moment, and to me, the colors blend into a blissful harmony...a thing most beautiful indeed.

"Violet of Isola's voice, golden of sun's light, together, most beautiful."

I speak my words slowly, carefully, and quietly. These were words that I knew, that made sense to me and that I understood. I think they applied in this moment, and I momentarily look back up at Isola for some sort of...recognition that I made sense. Yet still, I hear the bids singing in the distance and their colors are so...so pink, I think the words are. I feel I must let Isola know, though surely, she already did.

"And...pink of bird's song, color of sunset, all at once."

I lower my creamy muzzle back down, the markings upon my face of white and brown homages to my father and his line, as I allow my eyes of cold, cold blue explore the world below. My tail, it may have given a slight wag with my words, showing the calm, slight bit of confidence that I did hold within myself. I was certain that my answer made sense, that it was the most beautiful of all, the way the color of sounds and the color of...light played together. It only made sense to me as I continued to search for most little movements in the fields and in the tree tops. I wonder what else we would find today, roaming out there in Diveen.