Sadness of the heart

"Speech"

The young girl had found her way back to firefly lake, but her sister wasn’t there. No doubt Vela had gone off in search of Lyrae when she had accidentally wandered away. Now she was in a little bit of a mess. She wasn’t a great hunter, and had never been alone before in all her life. Her bright personality had dimmed with worry, and she sighed into her brightly coloured pelt like a brilliant-toned bird trying to hide in the simple colors of the earth. Dull and dreary didn’t suit her, but it was hard to find happiness without Vela.

Her sister was her whole world, all the family she knew, all the love and company she needed. She tilted her head over the water, the trickles of morning light behind her alumintated her reflection, and the lilac feather twined into her coat that symbolised her sister seemed to sway gently in the breeze. The darked feather was for her mother, a woman who passed not long after she was born.

Her heart ached and her stomach growled. The fireflies of the lake where absent and quite, chased away by the beginnings of the day. She let her head roll gently upwards, her maw tipping open, and a soft, sad howl would escape her lips. It didn’t escape her notice, the irony of it. Her sister had come here in their first day on these lands, Lyrae at her side. She had stood near the water, and howled to the stars.