Checking In, Catching Up

The sudden appearance of Maverick had Kamala breathing a sigh of relief. He seemed all right. A little rough around the edges, like something was bothering him, but he was alive and well and he had not left Seracia. He was still there. A weight felt as if it had lifted from her chest and Kamala pressed her muzzle into her brother's rusty fur, breathing his scent in deeply. "Mav." She breathed in greeting, "I guess it's less family time than time to catch up. So much has happened lately and we've barely seen each other. I figured it was time to change that." The words that began flowing moved as if a dam had burst, filling the air with a voice that had rarely spoken so many words in one breath in a lifetime.



A sniff of the air revealed no other scents approaching, and Kamala sighed, "I wonder if Valkis will come. I wanted to talk to him too." The female spoke thoughtfully, leaning her body against the comforting bulk of her brother, "But I have so much to tell you, Mav. I missed you!" A pause, and then Kamala found that she couldn't hold it in anymore. It came bursting out of her, rushing like a river. She wanted to tell him everything, but she would settle with the bare bones. They needed to be spoken, however. She needed to figure this out, and quickly, before her father arrived.



It wasn't that she was ashamed of her confusion or wanted to hide it, but she didn't want her father to know that she had any doubts about this. "Did Father tell you that I've been engaged? To Gideon, to be exact. And I don't know, I know I should be happy to do everything that I can for Seracia. He saved my life and I should be willing to do anything, but I'm scared, Mav. Gideon's . . . Gideon. He'll want things that I don't know if I'll be able to do." Well. That was more than she'd said at once in her entire life. The female snorted, shaking her head a little as she pressed herself against her brother, breathing a soft sigh.



"And how are you, Mav?" the light comment seemed out of place against the panic of her words mere moments ago, but she was serious. She wanted to know how her brother was doing. She needed to be able to keep tabs on at least one of them. And Valkis hadn't answered her call yet, as much as she wanted him to. But if wishes were fishes, then none would go hungry.



That was such a weird saying. Where had she even heard it?