DANCES WITH WOLVES
ever growing, steadfast
Dances was silent for a long time, just taking in the silence and stillness, and the peace that the strangely coloured girl had brought with her. He found himself staring out to sea, thinking about her words, wanting to give her an answer that was honest and offered her something. For a while, he struggled to find words that would give her an opportunity to help him like she wanted to. But he didn’t know what to say. What could she do? What could anyone do to make this better? No-one could make his mother love him. And no-one could undo what she had done. But maybe, maybe there were other ways to help him, just as Nephilim had helped him by leading him to shelter the day when he had almost lost hope.
No-one could fill the hole in his heart, but maybe a bridge could be built over it.
“You could be my friend,” he said quietly, turning back to her. Her face, still and beautiful, was a pleasure to look at after the constant motion of the rolling waves that taunted him so. Oh, why could he not have more courage? “I-I would love to hear a story,” he said. “Or a song… But, I’m not good at singing. I mean – I’ve never sung before.” A deep breath, and he lowered his gaze, shifting his weight. She stood close to him, and Dances thought that this was one of the things he liked most about her. She wasn’t afraid like he was, and she made him feel happy, she stood close, reminding him of the times when he had been younger, exhausted from his wandering, falling asleep against his mother, knowing that he was safe.
“I can try, though,” he said after a moment, a small smile on his lips. His blue eyes met hers again, and he twitched an ear. “Just… Promise you won’t laugh if I sound terrible.” For he was convinced that he’d not sing as beautifully as she could. “And, I might forget a few words… So you’ll just have to fill in the gaps!” Dances turned his back on the beach, facing her front-on. He wondered about her, where she had come from, where she had been. “I am Dances With Wolves. What is your name, bright-eyed dreamer?” He couldn’t leave without knowing the name of the one he’d come back to this island for. “And how was it that you came to find me here?”
be the never turning back
TWICE THE HEART ANY MAN COULD HAVE |