are the dead really silent?
She encompassed my sights and I did not remove my gaze from her for the entire time she spoke. It was curious the changes I had seen come over this woman. From the first time we met she snarled at me when I had been merely walking. Then again in the plains when I had been following. Now she was nearly pleasant. Was it merely the acceptance into a pack that had made the animosity fade, or was it something else? I store her name into my mind, whereas she had known mine. It had been rare for me to give out my name, for few understood the depth of it meaning, and the depth of how meaningless it could be.
I caught the smile she gave at the thought of her children The wag of her tail allowed me to relax further in her presence, more comfortable that I would not be snarled at again without deserving it. My own lips twitched, my heart warming at the thought of Solstice, though falling at the remembrance that she was not with me. Yes, my daughter. She is the sun and moon. Her home is Tavioria, the forest adopted her when none were known to care for her. The image of Kaliska dead on the floor of the den, her second pup missing, and a small rabbit nuzzling into her lush fur flashed in my mind. For the seasons that had passed her’s was a voice I had not heard. For that I was thankful. It was only her silent ghost that haunted me now.
I would enjoy starting again with you, I believe the scales were weighed when we first met. I am sure she would enjoy meeting your children. If you trust me, I can take them to the forests of the common lands. It was a world of shelter and stories, Though the shadows were thick, they were comforting to those who could see into them. Those who watched you from the trees did mostly that, watch.
lord; 5 falls; 41in/190lbs; Psyche’s fateXheartless; wandering ghost |