Restfulness
04-08-2019, 08:46 PM
Ara hadn't been the most productive member within Lirim, but she knew the usefulness of a healer wasn't always gained from being proactive. Surely she could do more, but she was growing old, and her energy was growing more scarce by the day. Hopefully the rulers here still found use for her and Novel - if it came down to it and someone became gravely ill, they would do whatever they could to help, both with their small stores of herbs as well as offer whatever knowledge they'd gained in their long lives. Once she might've felt guilty for being so quiet within the pack, but she was long past the point of worrying about things she could not change - they had been nothing but kind to her and for that, she was grateful with the arrangement. Though the spring was a welcome relief, the previous season hadn't been kind to Novel nor to herself, and their days left on this earth were growing scarcer. It was all she could do now to live in the present rather than worry about what little futures they had left. A morbid thought, perhaps, but a realistic one. She and Novel hadn't discussed these things too deeply. Instead they'd been focusing on mourning the loss of Elohim these last few weeks, which was what she herself was currently doing. The day was a lovely one and she'd collected a bundle of deep purple periwinkle flowers to lay on his grave that sat at the base of a small willow tree, mostly for Novel's sake. The gesture was simple but strangely cathartic even for her, and she felt a rush of sadness and nostalgia come over her as she laid the flowers down on the small mound of dirt that they'd used to lay over her companion's form. She hadn't noticed Torin until he was just out of the corner of her eye, and she slowly lifted her head, a slow smile crawling across her lips as she lifted her head. She offered him a dip of her head in greeting, hoping he might come and chat with her. As much as she felt complete with only the company of Novel lately, the arrival of warmer weather made her feel more social and she knew she ought to reach out to some of her packmates when she still could. She used a paw to straighten the bundle of flowers before pulling away from the grave, twisting to face him properly. "Good morning, Torin. How are you enjoying spring so far?" |
