are the dead really silent?
I study the pack healer as the thinks about the things I have said. Silence falls between us. I ensure my expression is clear, and calm. My head tilts at her look of uncertainty. Her ears fall and mine perk forward, but my vision narrows with my eyes in concern. What had happened to make her worry about her children. Then my own ears flatten, my eyes taken off of her. What would I have done if someone offered to take Solstice away from me? Had they not done that anyway? The trust I had put in the women who had stepped into my daughter’s life had been instant. The air had tugged me toward them. In that instant I had put my trust in fate. Now, as I looked at Nakato I come to understand her with a complexity that would have been unheard of upon our first meeting. She feared for her children. Her desire was only to watch them walk the world with her, watch them grow into the spirits she felt they were born to be.
I swear I would set my life before their’s. I promise her with a bow of my head. A deep breath comes from my lips, with it a tension I had grown all too accustomed to holding flowed out of me. I feel myself step further from what I had come to know and believe was where I needed to dwell, step into the world around me. A small smile draws on my masked face, I quiet the twists within me. Solstice would be more than thrilled to be seen with her. My words present an unspoken offer. I could not imagine a pup more eager to wander the world, play, or even just speak with others. Any opportunity I had to see the light in my daughter’s eyes was one I would leap at.
lord; 5 falls; 41in/190lbs; Psyche’s fateXheartless; wandering ghost |