we are honey and the bee

Poem seemed to feign surprise as he mentioned that she was a stealer of hearts. As though it could be doubted. The woman had his heart firmly in her grasp. She held the heart of her sister for sure and no doubt many others within Abaven. Poem was a lovely, kind woman. She brought love with her wherever she went and love found her in return. She instilled that kind of devotion in others without even trying.

The slate and snow woman said that her father did indeed live here in Abaven and Sparhawk smiled. He was eager to meet the man that had created such a lovely daughter. There was a sadness to her though as she spoke and the striped man really wanted to know why. It wouldn't take long for him to see the reason. They were going to meet her mother.

As Poem led him out of the territory, the big man stayed close, his shoulder brushing hers periodically as they moved. In time they came to a large tree. The area around the tree seemed to have been well cared for. There were no weeds or any sort of strange debris. This tree was important, he could tell. The words that met the mans ears broke his heart. He felt for Poem so, so much. Her mother was dead and, to him, his mother was as well. His whole family was dead. Poem told her mother that she loved him and he could do no less.

Moving forward a pace, Sparhawk bowed his head low, ruby eyes closing momentarily. "Hello, Miss Po-ems mother." The man raised his head and continued. "You raise a veeery good woman. I promise to take care of her. She never be alone, so don't you worry." Sparhawk cast a sidelong glance at the beauty beside him. "I love her very much." Again he bowed his head. "Thank you." He didn't see it as strange that he was speaking to a tree. Just as Poem was, he was speaking to the spirit of her mother. Even if the woman wasn't there, he would speak to her memory.