are the dead really silent?
As we walk side by side I find that the Alphess’ silence between our conversations is comfortable, almost soothing. She was not one to jump to words, nor keep them from when they needed to be said. Her posed question had me traveling back in time along paths of the past to find the answer for my childrens’ future. Along the journey the silence between us deepened into the snow at our feet.
Until I had come to Moladion life had been merely that. Survival and sanity. Within mountains and caves my mother and I had hid with nothing more to look for than the next. As I had aged I had been drawn out of the shadows and into a new. Still, the reason for living had remained the same. Learning to look at the world differently and feel the shifts and change of the shadows and light and the eyes of the living and the dead gave credence to what it was like to be either. Years came upon me and took me with them. Seasons of my life mirrored the seasons of the world around me. Each was marked by the songs that ran through the air.
Still, a reason for living and a reason for walking the world had not come until I had danced upon this soil. How the dances called to me now, even in the dead that was winter. My heart beat for my child. Her songs on the distant winds called to my stilled soul and lit a flame that kept me from a veil. My Balance led me to Psyche, who was my Whole. I had laid eyes on the wolfess and she had completed me even while I still grew greater. Despite myself and my habits of life she had brought me to Asteraia which was becoming my Home and my People.
A purpose.
I looked back at the dark woman beside me. A life outside themselves. Something or someone to live for, or I would fear they would die to find it. A reason to live, and a reason to die. Idle paws wander roads unfit to travel.
lord; 5 falls; 41in/190lbs; Psyche’s fateXheartless; Asteraia |