I Dreamed A Dream

Célestin had been quiet for the past few days although he hadn’t said why. He suspected it had something to do with his family, specifically his brother, although he couldn’t say with any certainty that was it. It had been his suggestion that they leave that morning to go exploring; specifically he had wanted to show Cél The Range and the dragon he had seen the last time he was there but a freak snowstorm had caught them and they had needed to make shelter in a nearby cave system instead.

He gave a worried glance at his companion as he laid on the floor of the cave, his eyes filled with uncertainty and hurt on behalf of his friend. He shifted to tuck his hind legs under his body in an attempt to warm them as snow fell over the mouth of the cave.

He looked around the bare walls of the cave trying to think of something to say to broach the topic of what was troubling his friend, but his thoughts had gone blank. He turned his head downward and laid his chin on top of his paws, closing his eyes as concern gnawed on his thoughts. He wondered if he should have just been direct and asked him earnestly what was wrong but he was afraid that whatever he offered for comfort would be unwelcome or unhelpful.

He lifted his head slowly and turned his attention on his mottled friend “Have you heard any tales of Sly Olin?” He asked with a small smile hoping that if he could not address the topic directly he could at least get his mind off of whatever was troubling him.

“He’s something of a hero where I’m from, my father used to tell me all kinds of stories about him when I was younger.” A small inviting smile grew on his lips as the memories of the piebald hero’s adventures began to flood his mind and he started to pick through which one would be most interesting to his friend. He had been completely unaware that his princely cadence had become uncharacteristically informal around the motley wolf, most likely from his time apart from his family and homeland and the unwanted title that awaited him back home. He settled in more comfortably waiting for his friend’s response his ears betraying the uneasiness he felt that Cél might tell him he was uninterested in hearing anything he might have to say.

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