Guiding Wind

*Resin* · (This post was last modified: 07-19-2020, 12:52 PM by Resin.)

"I looked for you." Those were the first words to leave the woman's lips as her single eye fell upon the massive form of her once love. His smell had been so rich on the wind as she made her patrols of the border that it felt as though someone had struck her. Claws dug into the earth, stopping the ash and obsidian dame right in her tracks. She didn't believe it. It simply couldn't be. Perhaps she had some illness. A brain sickness that was bringing old scents to the forefront of her memory. That was the only explanation, right? She had almost pushed the scent away to continue on her patrol, but in the end, she simply couldn't.

She had followed the scent. With each step, she believed more and more that a ghost would rise up before her. Eventually, it did. A singular sulfur yellow eye rested upon the snow and steel body of White Timber. She knew that he was real as she could see the stream break and work its way around his seated form. Darkened lips pulled down in a frown at first. She didn't know how to feel. Not even remotely close. So many emotions flitted through the normally stoic woman's mind that she couldn't latch onto just one.

First was a surge of anger. How dare he be alive? She had laid that portion of her life to rest. Come to terms with it. Her children were dead. He was dead. That chapter was over for her. Yet here he was, as though pulled from the vault of her memory and made flesh. Why had he waited so long to find her?

Sorrow struck next, pain searing in the giantesses throat as the scarred, silver face brought back memories of what they once had. Her loss was felt anew. The loss of yet another family. Tears raised up in that lone eye, but she wouldn't let them fall. She couldn't let them fall.

A sense of acceptance settled in. So he wasn't dead. He had been alive all of this time. Had he managed to rescue any of their children from the disastrous landslide that had eaten both their den and the entire mountainside that her family called home. Family... White Timber had been family once. Had she grown so much that they were strangers now? It certainly felt that way. She didn't know how to feel. Didn't know how to react. So the heavily scarred woman simply stood where she was and stared.

Lastly, a thought send a shock through the maned fae. What would she tell Tamsyn? They were hardly a couple, but the small, dark fae had brought a happiness to the warrior that she hadn't felt in some time. It was a strange thought and a strange feeling. She couldn't deal with it right now. Not when this spectre sat before her.

"Speech"

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me

Guiding Wind

Resin