Soul Full of Sorrow

The shock on his face when she told him that her mother would be pulling the cart was absolutely priceless. The tiny wolf laughed aloud, rolling a bit as she did so. It was good to see some emotion other than sorrow on his scarred visage. Perhaps some day he might even smile. It would be a long time coming, but Iolaire found that she'd very much like to see him smile. He requested that she give Resin thanks and the prone woman nodded, the corners of her maw still pulled up in a grin.

Time passed and a comfortable silence stretched. Iolaire had closed her eyes again, the sunlight being a little too bright. Roan began to speak and she turned her head in his direction while still laying on her back. With the conversation turning serious, Iolaire rolled first to her stomach, then pulled herself into a seated position. "There are risks in every dangerous profession. The possibility is always there, but that doesn't make a loss any easier."

Iolaire could see the flash of emotion on Roan's face. She repositioned yet again, this time laying with their shoulders lightly touching. The woman lowered her head to her paws and released a small sigh. "Sirius isn't my true sibling. We adopted one another. I lost three brothers when I was young. My father had them killed and tried to have me killed as well." She shook her head, not wanting to get too in depth with the subject right now. "I was broken for a long time. But, while it still hurts, I decided that they would rather see me live than see me pining away for them. So, I'll do the best with what time I have left and honor their memories." Would that help him put things in perspective? She didn't know. That was simply her outlook on life without them.