Weaving Tales

Poem was kept busy, her new little siblings were very demanding but she didn’t mind at all. They were cute and sweet and having their innocence and smiles was well worth the work. They brought a new hope to Abaven that seemed to have disappeared for so long. She was certain that her mother would have loved to meet the little spit fires, especially the sweet and innocent little Suspense. Poem loved all four of them, and was grateful to Samara for being there for her dad. She’d almost lost him too, and had the small healer not been there for him she wasn’t sure she could have helped him out.

She had hope that Abaven’s misfortune wouldn’t last forever. The land was recovering and she had no doubt that they would make their return to Abaven’s ancestral home soon. She was just about to start a patrol when she heard a familiar voice on the border. Her heart nearly stopped when it reached her ears. Besides her new siblings Sparhawk was almost always on her mind. Despite the small amount of time they’d spent together he had made the biggest impression on her. Her mind touched on Dominus and Eligos, both of whom she thought of as well. Neither seemed to sneak into her thoughts as much as the Russian man.

She was quick to answer the call, her features all smiles as excitement raced through her. She felt like it had been so long since he’d come to call on her. Poem was beginning to wonder if she’d ever see him again. He was a true gentleman and he kept his word. Blue and lavender eyes fell on his huge form, shaded by one of the trees at the border. She was already smiling but she brightened even more when he came into view. Her icy white paws carried her eagerly to his side, her tail already wagging as she suddenly felt shy before him.

Poem’s heart beat heavily in her chest, but she wasn’t sure she’d ever worn a smile so big. ”Sparhawk!” She greeted exuberantly, dark ears restin at her skull as she came to a halt before him. Without much thinking she reached out to offer him a gentle nuzzle in greeting. Should she tell him how much she missed his vibrant presence? Or that she’d not stopped thinking about him since he’d brought her home?

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