The world is what we make it
05-25-2019, 05:23 PM
Lament Pyre The Lethani there was a name that resonated within him, and it was more the social politeness and curiosity that kept him interested. He looked to Eris with a greater intensity. A quote spoke up from his memories, sparked by the reminder of what she had already given him. ‘There is no pretending to understand the Lethani. It is like swimming. It is obvious to anyone watching if you really know the way of it.’ did he know the way of it? He felt he could remember the edges, taste its importance. How it had been drilled into him as a child to follow the Lethani. His memories weren’t returned, not by a long shot, but he was losing the feeling of being lost. She spoke of the warrior ranking of their people, she spoke of the sword tree. the sword tree that was the beautiful red creation that haunted his dreams. It was a great part of their landscape, and even his lost memory had teased at the edges of it. Overcome, he leaned forward and licked his younger sister over the ear. “Thank you, Little Whisper” he murmured to her gently, using a nickname he vaguely remembered with fondness. “I don’t know why we lost our memories, but we needed this. We desperately needed this. Of all the wolves in our lives, you came and found us. I can not thank you enough, for how you have saved us.” he said to her, tapping strong love on her paw. Ballad might have returned to his memories more quickly, but he could not doubt his love for this third sister before them. |
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