good intentions
Fertile
02-04-2020, 10:08 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-04-2020, 10:58 AM by Theory.)
color the coast with your smile She had no patience for this... Whitefield? Whitfeld? any longer. Theory hadn't been paying much attention when he'd introduced himself to the child. He wasn't her concern. Although she worried for his health, the child took precedence. Once the pup was sorted then she could see if he needed to see a healer. There was no way she was going to open up this interaction into the pissing contest that this male was clearly hungry for. He muttered something under his breath, and although Theo couldn't quite make it out, she could hear from his tone that it was something churlish. That was fine - he could talk to himself as much as he liked. Her heart hurt for the child when he finally spoke. Theory's eyes softened and she made a soft sound in the back of her throat, somewhere between a whine and a word that hadn't quite formed. She knew that pain quite well. "My mother left me when I was very young," she offered. "I know a little bit about how you're feeling." It wasn't quite the time for smiles and niceties. When she was the same age and caught up in her own pain, all she had wanted was someone to try and understand. No one could truly know someone else's pain. Theo had come to find that was the most strange and unique part of life: your suffering was unknowable. All you could do was find your kindred souls and hold them close. Abaven was her safe haven and she would extend its comfort to anyone who hadn't yet found a safe place to untangle their hurt. "Good job on your breathing," she murmured, offering him an encouraging smile. "Could you try one more time for me? Then if you're feeling ready, could you tell me your name?" "theory speaks!"
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