Winter rose

The fireflies hung cautiously to the walls at the back of the cave, as through uncertain what to make of the two wolves who had invaded their space. Their reunion was semi-quiet, their steps whispered, their words soft murmurs in each others ears. The occasional firefly buzzed through the air, its light offering Solor sight in the darkness, and the white wolf he clung to shone a dazzling white in any light.

“You where already pretty blind” he managed to joke, finding a semblance of his former self in the words, through he still held her tightly. He didn’t want to her to lose anything, even the soft shapes and vague lights that consisted of her vision.

“I didn’t know either, not truly.” he admitted. “I just thought I liked to the dashing hero in your tale” he smirked, but there was no malice behind it, only a gentleness. “What now, Vail? Where do you plan to go, to stay, to live?” what was her future. No, what was there future?