Sorrow for a loss was normal. To not be sad about something gone was probably a sign that you yourself were broken in some way. Of course some loss was easier to accept than others, something expected versus the unexpected. It didn’t make the loss any different yet perhaps you are saved the feeling of shock, the pain that you thought you had longer to be together. Age, sickness things like that were you expect it still hurt, but perhaps it was just easier to accept than an accident. It wasn’t to disregard the hurt that one would feel regardless, but hopefully those had time to come to terms with it before it happened. I had yet to lose anyone close to me, but I could empathize with someone who had. Of course I had heard of several of their younger members loss so here I was at least to lend an ear to the children if nothing more.

I only found the one for now, but I didn’t think I had smelled many others since it seemed their parents had gone. I wondered if they were okay but I suppose the girl had more answer for me about their whereabouts. Perhaps they were fine, she had found the younger three guardians, or something along those lines. Or perhaps they were still in the land where their parents had passed still grieving. I really didn’t know, but I listen as the girl says she is only sad for her parents were gone. A reasonable feeling I thought, my heart going out for the child. She is only but two years herself, still a young one herself yet she had already lost her parents. I know there are many out there who have but it still didn’t diminish the empathy I felt for her.

”You’re a bright girl. I have to agree, being sad is normal process of grieving, I simply was wanting to see if there was anything you or your family needed, even if it was an ear.” I was up front, not one to beat around the bush about it again they are children, the could still need help and care of some kind. I knew she was a healer, I wanted to do something but healing was never my calling despite spending the first two years of my life to it. It was funny to think that Hadrian, my younger brother was teaching her and both of us had learned from Meryl. Guess it wasn’t so odd, we were both from Diveen after all and Meryl was the best healer Diveen had.

Her next question caught me off guard, I actually attempt to face and ‘look’ at her best I can with the knowledge of her location based on sound and smell alone allowing her the moment to look into my blue and gold eyes. ”I was.” I answered gently. Happy that it sounded like she was more curious than sorry for him. That was the last thing he wanted from anyone, let alonea sad child. Her question though was surprisingly deep but I found myself giving smirking.

”No, it’s impossible for me to even gleam what ‘sight’ is. So I do not mourn it. But sometimes, especially when I was young, I thought that sight clouds the vision of many who could see. My being blind was seen as curse to all but me. I found it as a blessing in a world where many only looked at the outside of wolves and not what was inside.” That had changed now surely, it seemed many wolves were not blinded by pelt color anything of the sort anymore. Most of that I was sure was because the demons, for the most part, were no more than just memories, the ones that were left docile it seemed and more understanding than the warring bunch of the past. Perhaps they too learned the same as I had when I was young. Everyone was different, everyone had their blessings to count even if to some it looked as if it were a curse.