so these seven words i pray you hold true
forever and always i will never love you &
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She had seen him slip out. There was no need for any sound or to spring into action- this was a normal thing. Mithos often disappeared into the night, sleeping late and taking frequent naps throughout the day. The red headed boy seemed to enjoy the cooler nights to the warmer days- and in this Ambrosia saw no problem. Night and day were both lovely in their own way. While she enjoyed the warmth of the sun rays upon her alabaster pelt, she also loved the sensation she felt when her exotic gaze found the stars. The young wolf knew this was what Mithos was after- she had followed him more than once on silent paws out of simple curiosity. Words, and even actions, interactions were unneeded. At least, to Ambrosia. She was content to relax nearby, always keeping an ear turned in his direction and her violet painted attention on the eternity lingering above.

But this night- this night was different. The stardusted angelmarked girl was now a year old, and though she retained her quiet nature- there was a want that had not been there before. A simple want to.. speak with, to find company in those that surrounded her. Increasingly had she found her brilliant gaze lingering on some, her thoughts flitting first to one and then another. And this night that helt the faintest hint of moisture was one that had her on her feet several long moments after Mitho's departure. Ambrosia was in no rush, and it was with ease and a certain grace she was slowly growing into that she took her own exit. The gentle breeze that found her in the open was as a caress- and not something too cold, either. Though she was young, she knew without a doubt that Winter was coming to an end and that Spring would be here.

Spring, the season of life and birth; as well as of her own mark of a full year of life. As it was all her littermates. Her older siblings had several years on them, mostly, but this didn't bother her. It wasn't something she thought about daily- what she did think about was how it seemed that their home got just a tad smaller day by day. Nights weren't so bad, seeing as two of the children- sometimes even three- wer prone to night walking. And this night out of them all was especially not so bad. Mithos is out of sight, but his scent is clear as ever. It is with an almost-well practiced ease that her white muzzle is dropping low and her large paws draw her in the correct direction. It doesn't take long for her to find him- and yet, this time, when she nears, she does not stop. Normally, she would slow her pace and find herself a nice spot off to the side.

But this was not a normal night. At least, she would not allow it to be so. Instead, as she had done in the little gathering some of the family had held, Ambrosia brought her white fourm just beside his own. She gave no words of greeting, but she did lean toward him to gently nuzzle her muzzle against the side of his neck, glancing ever so slightly down at him to find his dark gaze with her own so different. The boys gaze always reminded Ambrosia of a pristine night sky filled with the most brilliant of stars. Her pleasure and enjoyment then made itself apparent in the fourm of a soft whine seemingly mixed with a growl. It was a happy noise, one that was sweet enough to match the tones of her voice- when it was that she spoke. Without another word, her growing adolescent fourm is pulling away from him to adjust herself.

Taking the initiative, the young girl reclines beside the red frame of her brother, her gaze momentarily turning to the sky overhead. It is not a clear one, this night that is spiced with moisture- perhaps rain, or even something colder. It was still rather chilly when the stars came out- and out they were, yet simply concealed with the thick clouds overhead. Wondering if perhaps Mithos will be disappointed. Ambrosia is glancing back at her brother, watching his expression, his eyes- his entire body to see if she could tell. Perhaps he would speak to her, as she would be more than eager to listen- and if he so wished she would speak in turn. It wasn't that she didn't want to- it was simply that she felt it uneeded for the time being. So much could be enjoyed in silence that others did not even stop to consider. Perhaps Mithos was as such, but the red head had never seemed so to Ambrosia. But the only way to find if one was wrong or right was to try. And so try she did.

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broken soul // no love // diveen