Second chances

His answer was solemn but to the point and she responded with a dip of her maw. She knew they hadn't been here. The more time that passes; the more ice begins to form around her heart and it scares her. She's scared to hurt every day for them; to become weakened by grief... But she's scared to let go, to stop feeling that heart-wrenching grief that roots her love to them. But the woman is forced to let go, to let the ice grab another shard of her heart for now, to look into the red eyes of the man in front of her. They were not here. Grieving would not change that fact; but not-grieving would allow her heart to be stolen by this forsaken ice. Another piece gone.

His voice was gentle, not prying. A polite question tossed her way, a hint of his own intrigue and motives. He was the sun indeed. His warm physique and aura touching her from afar, slowly melting away her frigid heart... Not the blasted piece held for her family; but caressing it, taking away some of her cold loneliness. Her blue eyes blinked up at him and she decided to tell. "Meep Kringle," she said simply. She didn't move closer but for the first time in a while a little smile formed upon her lips. "Where are your children?" she asked, curious. Perhaps they were hungry.