these are the lonely days
It was incredible how big Shrike was. She remembered when he was first born, how she silently admired his markings after giving birth to him and singing he and his baby siblings some songs to help them fall asleep. She could remember how she could easily curl around him and protect him from the world- but now he was big and strong, already joining sieges with his father. It made Wren tear up a bit. Not because she was getting old, but because her once tiny babies were so big and mature now. Even Shrike, who was always so full of energy. Now his voice was deep like Bass' and his eyes beamed with life. She sighed and let the liquid fade away into her fur as her son spoke, explaining that he felt fine and that he was glad to have fought with Abaven and Imperium. Wren was so proud of him...she leaned into his hug and planted a kiss on his ear, smiling. His question, however, shocked her. She pulled back and tilted her head. He could have come to see them without her permission...they were his younger siblings, after all! "Of course, love. They'd be so excited to see their strong big brother." She laughed and nuzzled him playfully. "Feel free to bring your brother and sisters along. I'm sure Sandpiper and Tordo would be thrilled...Finch has been showing signs of excitement to be an older sister, too. She's probably waiting to ask." Wren stuck her tongue out, her tail thumping against the earth. Ah, Sandpiper would love them, she knew it. That little girl was always open to new things,. "Burn Baby Burn" |