Spirit of the present
07-18-2016, 12:28 AM
Bright smiled just a little more when the older male offered a cheesy grin at her compliment. He was a charming man, and she was enjoying his company. She was glad she wasn't experiencing this place alone, it was certainly best enjoyed with someone else. And so she would listen with great interest as he described his ventures, that he liked to travel but had never been here before. When he finished speaking, Bright smiled and nodded in agreement as she looked at him. "I ache to travel as well," she admitted, shuffling her dark paws, "Although, I don't think I was always that way. I... there are certain loved ones whose faces I long to see. But I don't suppose I will see them again; there's simply too much time and space between us now, and the world is so very vast..."
Silver eyes strayed from the man and settled back on the water. She had said more than she'd intended, but she found herself neither ashamed nor afraid. She had merely said what was on her mind at that moment. For her, it was a sad reality; she would never see the faces of her children, and her mate had been killed. But it was something she'd come to accept as something she could not change, or perhaps she'd simply lost hope long ago. Whatever the case, it was why she felt inclined to wander at times - that small glimmer of hope that her heart still clung to, even if she knew in her mind that it was futile.
Looking at the man again, she released her sorrowful thoughts, and focused on Creed. He was here in the present, and she had to remind herself that she was also here now. The past was the past. He may have been only a recent acquaintance, but it was a meeting that felt worthwhile. She just hoped she hadn't made him feel out of place. She didn't want that, and she certainly didn't want him to pity her, or feel obligated to sympathize. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking out loud," she said, shaking her head, "This place feels very spiritual. Do you suppose if you stayed by this glowing pool long enough, you might see things beyond this world?" She wasn't sure what she thought of such things, but she figured it might be interesting to hear Creed's perspective, if he had any ideas of the subject.
Silver eyes strayed from the man and settled back on the water. She had said more than she'd intended, but she found herself neither ashamed nor afraid. She had merely said what was on her mind at that moment. For her, it was a sad reality; she would never see the faces of her children, and her mate had been killed. But it was something she'd come to accept as something she could not change, or perhaps she'd simply lost hope long ago. Whatever the case, it was why she felt inclined to wander at times - that small glimmer of hope that her heart still clung to, even if she knew in her mind that it was futile.
Looking at the man again, she released her sorrowful thoughts, and focused on Creed. He was here in the present, and she had to remind herself that she was also here now. The past was the past. He may have been only a recent acquaintance, but it was a meeting that felt worthwhile. She just hoped she hadn't made him feel out of place. She didn't want that, and she certainly didn't want him to pity her, or feel obligated to sympathize. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking out loud," she said, shaking her head, "This place feels very spiritual. Do you suppose if you stayed by this glowing pool long enough, you might see things beyond this world?" She wasn't sure what she thought of such things, but she figured it might be interesting to hear Creed's perspective, if he had any ideas of the subject.