I feel much more content with him laying next to me. It is a comfort that has recently drifted from me, simply knowing he is close. I do not know why he leaves and goes so far, and perhaps it is the same drive that my father speaks of...the drive to wander and explore the world as he did. I admit that I am getting such urges myself, to see the world with eyes wide, drinking every image that comes before me and savoring the taste of each experience, like I savor now with him laying next to me so close, so gently.

Yet, I have questions for him, and I am not afraid to ask them. I do wish to know where he goes, why it is that I smell him so vaguely in Diveen and yet my eyes never see him. I look upon him with my eyes of white and blue, eyes of sky most bright, as I await his answer. I can feel even the slightest tension in his body. I know there is something...something but I do not know what or why. I feel him cuddle in closer to me, and my face of cream, silver, and brown markings tilts as I feel his large frame sighing next to me. Yes, something is not right, and once more I find the softest and most gentle of whines slipping through the warm air in my den of dirt and moss.

He then speaks...and speaks of needing to tell me something. My mind begins to race as I think of what it could be...as I cannot image it is good with how he has been and is currently being. I wonder if everything is okay, if he is going to leave me behind and to go off somewhere on his own. Perhaps he is friends with another girl, something that brings a prickle to my fur though I am not quite sure why. But he admits he cannot keep it from me any longer, my gaze never peeling from his golden white form. A secret? My eyes narrow in thought, curiosity making way on my wild features given to me by my mother. I give a confident nod as he tells me of how I hold his confidence. I suppose, we are the best of friends, and if I had a secret I would tell him too...but I have no such things as secrets.

He continues, my attention still firmly placed on him as firmly as he is placed against me, like two separate souls melding in body and mind on this strange, expansive earth. I keep my eyes locked onto his as he explains something most...strange. How he was the male I saw on that dark night...I...I had felt it before. I had seen the deeper colors of the voice that was Achilles, the glimmer in the eyes that was Achilles, and yet so much that said he was not Achilles, and why would he do and look like that anyway? I had no reason to think that was Achilles, and my head tilts a bit the other way as he continues to explain, my own mind remembering that night so vividly.

It was quite apparent that Achilles' heritage and family line was important to him. I know of the ways of the Angels. I had sat with Isola atop the higher points of Diveen and looked out onto the world vast. I know of their ways, and I know of their language, so much so I get it confused, having it melded and morphed into the common tongue. My mind does not like to distinguish the sounds, as sometimes the colors of the voice and the subtle differences from the words are much more beautifully entwined with both languages. Yet, I am not an Angel, and I am not of them. I may have spent a lot of my time with Achilles' family when I grew up, but there is blood thick and wild running through my veins. Blood silent like a windless night. Blood of wanderers who go from one spot on earth to another, following the guide of the stars and never looking back. I am a mix of my mother and father, and my instincts from them and very strong. To completely understand all of what he is saying...well, it is not to happen. The words have meaning, but the reasons are still a thing most...strange to me, a look on my own visage reflecting so subtly as I contemplate it all.

But he wishes to be more, and more as he defines it. I cannot deny him his own wants and needs, and who would I be to do that anyway? I want him happy, but it is hard to fight this strong urge to keep him safe. He wishes to be an assassin - a thing most dangerous. I have seen the assassins, watched them and listened to them from a far. Most are not creatures kind, not creatures of whom I would spend my time, yet I cannot say they are bad or good. I do not see my Achilles being as they are, being as cold like ice that they are. I know there is a deep warmth inside my Achilles, how he glows like his very golden fur in the sun. I know better, but perhaps the stars will know more of his fate...perhaps I will have to speak to them myself, see what my father sees in them to understand this better.

I can see the determination in his eyes, and perhaps he sees my confusion and yet my own glowing care reflecting in my icy gems. I am silent as he continues to speak, of me this time, and how he wishes to protect me and this land. This, is a perspective I understand a bit more, but why he must be an assassin? I may never know. He does ask for me to believe in him, and my muzzle lowers slightly as I think. I have always believe in my Achilles, but...for him to go into danger's way, to be an assassin with those cold, it is a hard thing to accept, and perhaps I do allow a bit too much silence to hang in the air....but I was never good with coming up with words quickly to begin with. I turn my muzzle back towards him, my tongue slipping from my jaws and licking his nose with only mild hesitation.

"If this...assassin, makes you happy, then you be one? I...You..." I say, tripping on my own words as I do not know how to say what I wish to say. Why is it he comes to me with his secrets? Why is it he seeks my approval? I cannot help but ponder more on it momentarily, my face serious as I attempt to gather my words and thoughts.

"You...ask me, tell me, secrets, of no other knows...want...my fides(belief)..why is this? Why...me?" I ask gently. I wish to know why he tells me these things, tells me of his secret to cover himself in darkness and shroud his voice with colors most deep.