are the dead really silent?
To be away was almost torture, even for so short of a time. The feeling of need was so new to me I struggled to think through clouding thoughts. All that kept me moving forward and focused was the chatter of my daughter beside me. She asked me what had happened, why I was acting so strange, and if she could come with me to where Psyche was going to be. My heart broke as I looked down at the sweet eyes that looked back up at me. One so scarily blue, the other the warm burned orange. I explained that where Solstice found peace, lived her life, and called home was not where I would belong. Her mother, her mothers, and her family would take care of her in the trees and she would learn to grow and thrive in the forests. I knew this was the place she would belong for how. Her creamy face grew silent for a moment and the young wisdom I knew ran deep in her came over that face like the mask I wore. She understood, she felt it too.
Now I walk into the world of the plains. The only thing that quiets the screams of the spirits around me was the pounding of the need to be near Psyche, the deafening drums in my ears. As I travel the paths a grin twists on my lips. I could scent Nakato, and her pups. For a second I am pulled from my thoughts to laugh. The healer woman would not like the twist of her fate, not in the way I have come to enjoy mine. The amusing thought left as quickly as it had come and a shiver took over my pale silver and creamy gold body. I felt the tug, I heard the voices, I raised my own song into the skies of the rolling hills.
I called to the Monster, but the notes rang true with my deeper desire, Psyche.
lord; 5 falls; 41in/190lbs; Psyche’s fateXheartless; wandering ghost |