I knew there was a reason for me to stay, when Mom and Mum and Los and Mana all left I decided to stay. And now that choice seemed to take on a whole new meaning as I walked side by side with Haziel. My imprint. The warden of my soul. It seemed the simplest thing, and yet an absolute complexity took hold of my mind at the same time. My grasp on the concept was brittle, for my own parents imprinting was something rather strange. He'd cared enough for her to give her and Mum the family they desired. I couldn't imagine doing such a thing with Haziel and then not wanting him around afterwards. As a matter of fact I couldn't imagine not being around him as often as possible from this day forward. Would he want to spend time with me the way I wanted to with him? Only time would tell. We continued through Glorall and after that first bump and the electricity I felt at our connection I remained close to him, just enough space between us to refrain from renewed contact.

We reached the den and the synapses in my brain finally made the connection. I couldn't help but wonder, if we had met earlier in life, would this still feel the same way? Or had fate been keeping us dancing just out of one another's company so that today could happen just as it had? The possibilities swam in my mind, but then he answered my question, stating that it would seem as if he would be taking up residence here once more. I could not help the way my tail suddenly took up a swishing motion, flashing back and forth along my hind legs at the confirmation that he would be close at hand, that I could come here and see him whenever I wanted. Or, er, maybe not whenever I wanted, or I might not leave. I shook my head slightly, the fur along my neck ruffling slightly and the feather that had been lodged behind my ear finally drifting to the ground to land between my paw and his. I glanced down at it, remembering my goals within the pack. No matter how much my soul pulled me towards him, I had to keep working towards Trapper. I had to fulfill those goals even though I felt so complete just in being around Haziel.

My head twisted towards him, jaw slackening slightly so that my mouth fell open in an o at his words. I blinked hard, a soft rush of air expelling from my lungs. Unkind? He spoke of his blindness and my brows furrowed slightly. Sure, he would never be able to look at me and tell me how pretty I was or how the white that lined my eyes made their emerald all that more stunning. But in the end did that really matter as much as I might have once thought it did? He knew my very soul, wasn't that so much more important? I couldn't be certain how much any of it really mattered, but I knew that Haziel made me feel all warm inside and I liked being around him. "Not at all," I said, with the smallest hint of indignation in my words. "Why should your being blind matter? I mean...our, it," my words suddenly became stammered as I spoke aloud what the reality of this situation was, "...My soul was made for yours." I finished, my words becoming softer and perhaps for the first time in a long time, timid. My ears pulled back as I looked up at him, hoping that he was not asking such a thing because he felt that fate had been unfair to him because I was younger than him or for some other reason. "Do you? Think it was unkind?" I couldn't help but ask him, some part of me needing the honesty that I subconsciously knew he would give.