I had heard my daughters tales of seeing her sister, but since I had never seen Laerah, I couldn’t believe it. Yes, I missed my daughter like crazy, but that didn’t mean I would believe my daughter’s crazy ramblings. It makes absolutely no sense. I had not smelled Laerah in some time, and it didn’t feel like I would see her again. Today, I wandered towards the grotto, my white and red body moved easily. I did not go out to stand out in the world, if it happened—so beit. I was not an attention whore, as some called it. I would rather not do anything, but there were days when Inessa made me leave the small den we had, because she told me she was tired of taking care of me, apparently. Yes, my two year old told me that. She has a strong head on her shoulders, a little too strong to be honest.
The sun teetered about the sky, large white clouds danced along the skyline. Off in the distance I spot the darker, more foreboding clouds looming. Meaning a storm would be brewing here soon, likely to land before nightfall. But for now, I would ignore them, knowing that I would be able to get back in time before the storm hit. I moved easily atop the rocks that led towards one of the openings in the grotto. It was a small, dainty hole that I had used many times before, and like those times, I shimmied down onto my stomach, crawling through the opening in the far far walls, before I stood to my small height. I shook quickly, ridding myself of the dirt and debris that clung to the whites of my fur. I sighed slightly before I heard the call from the bigger entrance of the caverns. I wondered silently who would be calling a gathering in the midst of the caves. It was rather odd, if I didn’t mind saying so myself.
I walked towards the group, not noticing anyone in particular that I knew. But none the less, I was here. Why? I didn’t know.
sekera twelve mother of laerah and inessa homeless loveless