Greedy Bones

Sparhawk didn't complain as Bellamy kept close to him; and admittedly she was grateful for the contact. He was warm… a different sort of warmth than the fire and the snow leopard coat she wore. She felt happy for the first time in ages. It wasn't that energetic, jump for joy happy… but that sort of happiness you felt knowing someone was there and listening. Where you felt like your thoughts, feelings, and experiences mattered.

His responses mattered even more. Bellamy was startled when he tapped her. She blinked and looked at him, listening to the best of her ability. His words were a flicker of hope… and Bells was drawn to them like a moth to an open flame. She waited until he had finished speaking and nosed his lower jaw gratefully. It was a clumsy movement, but the intent and sincerity were there.

"Thank you." The words were barely a whisper as she let her head rest on his body again. "I don't want to be remembered for those days." Bells smiled a little. "My dad… I can't remember exactly what he told us but… we would hear stories. Stories of kingdoms and knights and all these good guys. I do remember him saying that just because they do good things doesn't mean they were always like that. Kings were not always Kings... I think… I think that's what he meant.." Bellamy snuggled against Sparhawk; they were well past the point of boundaries.

"Mmnnn…" She gave a content sigh. "The storm is a good thing… we met…" Her voice was lighter now. "I'm glad." She flicked an ear as the fire crackled.

"You… do you know where you are going here yet? The land… Boreas… this is the Northern bit of it." It was harder to focus on what she was asking him. "There is Auster in the far south… maybe you could stay nearby?" She yawned. "You could show me how you make mead... Or we can fight a bear." Bellamy let out a giggle. "...and make you a cape like mine."