At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on January 12, 2017 at 10:00:59 PM by Kahlan
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I don’t know entirely where I have been for the past few days. I don’t even know how it has been a few days, but I know it has been a few days. Have I been asleep? Was I sick? I had no answers, only more questions and yet there was no one that I could talk to about it. No one knew me better than I did… except perhaps Henadin but he was dead. I had had friends along the years, but they are, all of them, gone. And thus I have been left to internalize it and to try and figure out exactly what was going on. Some thoughts have crossed my mind but none made complete sense. Finally, I came to the idea that I could try to imagine exactly what Henadin would say. It was, surprisingly hard, especially considering that he hardly ever liked to talk. And so instead I acted it all out as if Henadin was still with me. Thus I talked aloud to him… the only problem was that the more I talked to him, the more I thought that I was hearing answers. Which was crazy in and of itself… but then I imagined that he started calling me crazy. I mean… I know that I am, but the fact that I am hearing him makes it all worse. And so I regret it… but I miss him so much… and so here I am. I’m walking along the shore of the lake looking for paw prints I know will never be made again, looking for a pelt of assorted colors I will never see again, and trying to work out how exactly I am hearing his voice again. But instead of Henadin’s large prints and mottled brown coat, I find smaller ones and a femme sitting on the shore. Henadin would have urged me to turn away, not wanting to trust her but instead I hear him saying to talk to her. It is my first real hint that it is not Henadin… and I don’t know whether I am relieved or saddened. I say nothing but I stand, trying to decide whether to talk to her or not. |
Replies:
- «Where the Quiet Ones Roam» - By Shiki January 14, 2017 at 03:30:55 AM
im just a puzzle missing a few pieces - By Kahlan January 18, 2017 at 01:05:20 PM
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