Hello Echo

Poem wasn’t shy, she’d speak to anyone who was friendly towards her, but being so vulnerable in the presence of a near stranger was new for the young Destruction. The girl looked back up to the red marked man as he shifted and found his paws, confusion took over her features as he drew more near to her. Silently he stood over her for a quick moment before she felt one strong arm wrap around her shoulders and she was scooped up into his embrace.

Her mind went fuzzy, a combination of the alcohol taking its effect and the feeling of being so close to him. She was used to the easy affection she shared with her family but the sudden feeling of his warmth and the alluring musk that swirled around her left the young woman feeling light headed and dizzy. The electricity that shot over her skin where they touched nearly made her gasp for breath.

Uncertainty overwhelmed her, but she leaned into his embrace. She felt good, and felt the need of such support. Poem felt as much as she heard the soft rumbling of his voice, she closed her eyes at the pleasant feelings as he chased away her sorrows with his embrace along with his words. They were nothing she hadn’t heard before, but the reminder was what she needed. Shaye wanted her to live her life, not sink into despair. She couldn’t forget that one day she would see her mother again.

She whimpered softly and pressed herself into his dark neck, pushing down the logical part of her that warned about being so close to Sparhawk. There was safety in his arms, comfort, relief. ”I know.” She told him desperately, ”It’s so hard though.” Her own father had descended into darkness and only Samara had been able to lead him out. She opened her eyes in surprise at the sudden realization of the similarities in their scenarios. Here she was seeking comfort from Sparhawk. Rhyme seemed to devote himself to Samara in the face of tragedy, would Sparhawk offer the same to her?

She didn’t know, there were so many answers she didn’t have, but with the warmth of the mead inside her and the feeling of Sparhawk so close… Poem shifted and wrapped her arms around the man in return, he was offering his strength and she would accept it. Doubt seeped through though, was this the right thing? Just because the embrace felt so good was it the right thing? She felt so selfish for dragging the man down with her. ”I’m sorry,” she whispered to him, holding more tightly to him and breathing in his scent as she buried her features into his neck. ”I’m so weak.” She couldn’t let go, she couldn’t refuse his comfort.