Inner Storms [Harbingr]

Fragments. Shards. Sometimes, it felt like her chest was full of them, and that they were swelling in a cloud of sharp, cutting edges, lacerating her from the inside out. A shudder ran down her spine, and she let a breath hiss through her teeth before a soft tread of paws from behind her straightened a back that had curved under the weight of restrained emotions.

There was something vaguely familiar in a recent way about the male’s voice, and she turned after several moments to study him. The markings and the brush of scent on the breeze reminded her of who he was, and she dissembled, masking the inner turmoil and tamping it further down as she turned fully to face him, elegant and graceful as ever, a smile warming onto her features.

“Harbingr Klein, correct? No-no, you didn’t.” If anything, he was a wholly welcomed distraction from them. It was easier when she had someone to interact with. Her mind could let go of the painful details and focus on a good conversation.

There was a stillness in the air, a gentleness, and briefly her eyes flicked to the ragged circle of sky above her. Had the moon ever been so bright? Her eyes dropped back to Harbingr as she shook her head, chuckling as she added, “And it certainly is a lovely night. I’m not certain I’ve ever seen the sky so clear. How have you been since the Festival?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think