For all that she lacked your fire
03-24-2019, 07:02 PM
Lament Pyre It seemed Ballad was taking longer to recover from this loss of their memories. Lament was relying less on his emotions, his past. He let muscle memory guide him, the practicality that seemed to sit in the heart of who he was - even he now had to rediscover that. Something told her Ballad had lost more of herself, that what she was stemmed more from her memories, where who Lament was came from his body. He could only venture guesses here, having nothing to compare them to do. He would give Ballad the time she needed to reclaim herself, but in the meantime he wouldn’t let her slide too far into her worries, and he would offer her whatever strengths he could provide. He would protect her, until she could protect herself. Compassion, strength his paws whispered to her, offering her both, before he led them onward. At the edge of this field of war, he could see a rise in the land that connected onward to mountains. He had no intention of going that far, but he would use that rocky incline to help them plot a course. He heard the gentle thud of Ballad beside him, and occasionally would catch a glimpse of her nose to the air, scenting. He was doing the same, but looking less for their past, and more for the current. He needed to know if anything dangerous was coming their way. |
