lay our fireflies to rest

Rhyme quietly walked up behind Theory as the other two gathered, it was a tiny vigil but he wasn’t going to miss it. Huge white paws slowed to a halt as he came to sit close behind his daughter. Normally he wouldn’t be so free with his affections in a public gathering, but considering why they gathered he figured he would be forgiven. Softly he offered a nuzzle at her cheek, their family suffered greatly. No one knew yet the heartache to come.

”Our family is no stranger to suffering.” He offered quietly into the darkness as they stood gathered. ”Suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.” Without hope what did they have? Their home was gone, their loved ones missing or gone. Rhyme leaned more heavily against Theory. Her young strength already astounding. "Hope for a brighter future."