Ghosts From the Past

*Ara* · 01-18-2016, 11:13 AM

Ara had never had the choice to be anything but a healer. It simply was her calling.. she'd been interested in the art nearly since birth, and she'd never had the urge to go any other way. It felt good to know what her purpose was in life, and she was happy that Jendai seemed to be finding hers. Ara was a mother, a wife, and a devoted healer. She could only hope that someday Jendai might find someone to share her life with - that is, if she wanted that. That was one of the things their parents had always taught them - to be free, to be who they wanted to be, as long as that person was inherently good. Not even in an overly altruistic, giving sort of way, just.. good, deep down.

Jendai looked upset at her admission, but not necessarily surprised. They'd known their mom and dad were older than most parents from a young age. "I know..." she sighed, her own words trailing over, touched with a heavy air of sadness. "At least they were with Steel, and not alone." She knew their younger brother would've cared for him, despite being relatively young when they'd left the pack so long ago. They couldn't have been in better paws. "I know they both would be proud of you. You look just like dad now," she said, her voice cracking slightly as she tried not to cry - but she laughed too at the fond thought and her eyes, which had filled slightly with tears, also brimmed with laughter. That's what they would want them to be doing now, right? Laughing, definitely not crying.

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