where the past comes back to life

*Erani* · 08-23-2013, 07:15 PM

Erani

The place was peaceful, birds singing softly in the trees that ringed the clearing. She touched her nose to the herbs that had sprouted and begun to bloom. Summer blooms, They marked where the dearest friend she had ever known lay in eternal slumber. Deep blue pools studied the lavender, Summer Crocus, and other various plants added a patch of riotous color to the verdant green in the clearing of one of the small patches of forest. The soft purple of the lavender, the cheerful white and yellow of the daisies. The deeper violet of the Crocus. She settled down beside the grave, resting her chin on her paws. There were so many things she still wanted to tell him, but couldn?t. How Surreal was growing up into a fine wolf, how Cormalin?s children had found him. How Chrysanthe was bringing back what he had built as an Alpha.

A soft hum whispered from her nose, a song without words. It went on for a while, intertwined with the soft whisper of wind, and the chirping of birds, before a call for her made her head lift. Friction. She cast a last glance at the patch of flowers, before she took off at an easy trot. Duty called, and she answered. She followed Friction?s call, giving a gentle woof of greeting as she arrived, pausing to bow her head over Aislyn?s resting place; an acknowledgement of respect. She settled on the other side, deep blue pools lifting to study the male. He looked more peaceful than he had since the flood. Some recovered from loss of loved ones faster than others. ?You called?? Gentle tones of hushed velvet voiced the query, as her tail flicked over her haunches.

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