One Last Visit
06-19-2013, 12:10 AM
Walk | "Talk" | Think With his mother's answer in the negative regarding the last time either of them had seen his father, Rune wasn't quite sure how he felt about the subject. He knew, more or less, the fact his parents' relationship was unlike others, lacking the typical bonds that joined to wolves together in an unbreakable link. It made sense then that neither of them would keep close tabs on each other. Why bother when there was no jealousy involved? No desire to be controlling or domineering or possessive? But neither were their parents this way with them. The strange sense of independence, so foreign to some, was custom to him, and while he felt mostly indifference, he did worry slightly about the male, curious to know where he had gone and what he had been getting up to these lost days. A silence settled over them, one that might have bored or bothered any other being aside from Rune. Rather than fill the space with pointless conversation, he simply stared outward toward the waters, frosty blue eyes lazily half lidded as he let the faint breezes rustle his light grey fur. It was peaceful out here, enjoyable for a day to be spent in thought. No doubt his siblings would have gone gallivanting off, unable to let the silence be and to cherish its lack of noise. He was so unlike them sometimes, when he gave it thought. Where they were bold and brazen and daring and self-assured, Rune was quiet, reserved, watchful, and outwardly modest. And where they were presently was still lost to him. Possibly somewhere slinking across Mount Volkan within Tortugan borders, or doing as he did and venturing off on their own. It was strange, sometimes, for him to think of how much they had changed over the year...and how much they hadn't. All this slid through his mind, slow and unguided, thoughts moving as they would through his conscience. It was not an uncommon process, but slowly he began to draw himself from it, to become more aware of the present and the company he kept. As much as he was willing to enjoy the quiet and share a moment of peace with his mother, he still held many curiosities to her, the distance that she kept turning the motherly, protective figure he had known since youth into an unfamiliar mystery. Gently, so as not to shake her from her solitude too abruptly, he addressed her again with a quiet, casual inquiry, a hunch telling him that whatever answer she gave was probably just the barest of truths, "How have you been?" |
