The quiet cold

Walk | Talk

Adarra answered her question easily, and Riva sighed softly, a long, slow exhale that showed pale in the cool air. “Sounds like a sickness of the mind” she said softly. Sometimes people are raised bad, and sometimes they were simply born with something wrong inside of them. It sounded to her like Adarra’s brother was like that. It was still possible he had snapped with the pressure of his father perading woman in front of them, unfaithful to his partner, but she didn’t think that was enough to cause such madness like Adarra spoke of.

She kept her body tightly woven around the healer, offering her comfort. “It’s not an easy past to live with - but that’s what it is, the past. It’s not your life now, and you have your whole future ahead of you.” sometimes that was the only way to live, without looking back. Of course, she couldn't’t take her own advice. All she could ever do was pick and prod at the unknowns regarding her birth, and birth parents. Who had they been? Why had they abandoned her. She realised she might never find the answers, and that was like a thorn in the paw that she could never pick free. Always niggling at her, always there.

She was going to give in soon to the exhaustion creeping up on her. The yearling let out a soft sound that was half yawn, half sigh. “I’ll see you in the morning, Adarra” she whispered, laying her head on her paws, pressing it gently against the side of her friends coat. It was peaceful, and warm, and better than sleeping alone.