We Will Meet Again

She was here. She lying right before him, seemingly asleep, but she was really here. Her scent tickled his nostrils, whispering to him that he wasn't dreaming. That it wasn't just his overactive imagination that had conjured up a flesh-like apparition of her. The gentle rise and fall of her shoulders told him it was no ghost or apparition. It was the living breathing Meili. After an entire week of vehement wishing, nights of tossing and turning, endless hours of lying the same spot that she was now, she had come back. He didn't care why she was here, or what had brought her back, only that she was back. By some lucky miracle she had returned. And he had come on the right day to see her again.


He made no movement towards her, completely content with standing right in his spot, staring at her shoulders for the rest of the day, despite how much he yearned to look into her beautiful teal eyes again. He didn't have to wait. The gentle breeze swaying around the willow carried his scent towards her and he watched in hushed disbelief as she raised her head, turning back to look over her shoulder. The breath was punched out of his chest and he struggled to get it back. He would never be able to get over how beautiful her eyes were. No matter where he went, if he never saw her again or if he saw her everyday from this day forward, he would never forget her eyes. Ever. A smile broke across her pretty fa?ade as she rose to her paws, giddy with excitement as she rushed over to him, exclaiming his name. His own answering grin split his lips, plume stirring up a storm behind his tawny haunches as he called out to her. Meili! He couldn't contain the excitement in his voice as she bounced before him, kissing his cheek as she exclaimed how happy she was to see him again. His heart was nearly ready to burst from his chest at her words. She had missed him too!


I can't even begin to explain to you how...how glad I am to see you again. It was only a week since our first meeting but to me it felt like an eternity...I thought I would never see those beautiful eyes of yours ever again. So much for the warrior side of him right? Yes, he aspired to be a warrior, just like his father, but he was a big softie at heart. A giant teddy bear. His family knew that much and that's how he was being right now with Meili. He couldn't help but be the big softie that he was, his compliments slipping naturally from his earthen toned lips. Salmon tongue snaked from his slightly parted lips to brush against the tip of her nose, wanting to embrace her more badly than he had to take his next breath but Gael restrained himself, allowing his excitement to flow into his tail instead, which wagged behind him like a whirlwind.



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