are the dead really silent?Her soft tongue calmed the maddening world around me. The sweetness of her nature shined with the loving touches of her mother. My body trembled under her innocent touch, falling into the kindness and love of a child, a child I dreamed would love and happiness in this life she would walk. A child I yearned to protect from the monsters both without and within.
Still more I lowered my body below her, giving her the reign and the power over my form. Her question surprises me and my eyes slowly open to drink her in, searching her to know why she wished for my history instead of creating her own. I breath deep, stirring the air around us with my breath, calling on the faded memories and bringing them back to light. I was born to a wanderer, both of us alone in the mountains. My father, she said, was a kind man. He had been a king, a man of the Earth, a creature of light and love. I have never met him. My breath stopped in a moment and my eyes went wide. Under her gentle touch another passed over my fur. A gentle caress, larger than my daughter’s whispered over my crest. I remembered her, I remembered him, they stood beside me as present as the wind. They called for me. Quivering, I continued my story for my child. I followed the will of the world around me, we danced in the seasons change. I answered the calls of strangers, and I spoke with the spirits who knew my name. The trails of the living are long, longer when you pass through the veil of the dead. A journey for a wanderer is long and lonely, but you may always find a companion if you ask. I came here and found a mother. She walked the trail without me and left a daughter. A daughter of his blood, the shining Solstice, a light of the sun and moon. The daughter led me to your mother, and fate claimed our souls while love claimed our lives. Now you, with your siblings, are the light in my eyes. I look at her, the fire in my gaze softening to a flame as my heart beat for her. She had been scared when I had approached. I wished to wipe away her fear, shield her from the dangers the world could bring to her, but encourage her to live with them with the strength the world had given her. Speak you mind, share with me your thoughts? My hollow voice is soft, gently hoping her to tell me what concerned her, stepping to her and asking her to step with me.
lord; 41in/190lbs; Psyche’s fateXheartless; Asteraia |