Hello Echo

*Sparhawk* · 06-18-2020, 08:51 AM

The song soon stopped and Sparhawk continued to look at the woman. She noted his stare and seemed to draw in on herself, but she eventually began to speak. It seemed that her mother had passed. There were other things bothering her too, but she couldn't quite put it into words. The redwood man understood loss. He'd lost his entire family. They weren't dead, but they were lost to him. Or perhaps he was lost to them. Either way, they would never be a part of his life again.

The sorrow in Poem raised that natural comforting instinct in the big man. Wordlessly, Sparhawk rose from his place. He crossed the short distance between them. Reaching out with one thick foreleg, he wrapped it about Poem and drew her into his embrace. Yeah... he was a hugger.

His voice was still that deep, rumbling bass, but it was softer now that he was so close. A dark purr, almost."Loss is hard thing. But... we cannot let it break us, yeah? Wallowing in sorrow isn't what the dead would want from us. This, I know. We must make the dead proud. Give the memory of them honor." His wording was a little off, but he hoped he got his point across. If Poem wished to pull away, he would allow her to do so, but Sparhawk believed that the woman needed some comfort, and if she did, he would give all that he could until she was full.

"Speech"

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Hello Echo

Happy Funtime

Sparhawk