If I Could Tell Her

"Good. I'm glad you're settling in. And... yes, well, I imagine you've experienced a lot of change this past year," she said softly. The trade off of leadership for her pack, her siblings coming and going - in some ways, Thalia and Theory lay as mirror images. Two sides of the same coin, one light and one dark. Only Theory had wound up leading Abaven and now she was tied to these lands, unable to leave. She would never shirk responsibility or leave her family - and, of course, neither would Thalia. The two women were at an impossible impasse.

But for now that didn't matter. Thalia was here, in Abaven, and for one blessed moment Theo had her all to herself. "Well, in the winter you can sort of skate from rock to rock, but only in the very coldest months. You don't want to risk cracking the ice here. We mostly played at the height of summer when the water has slowed to a trickle or early fall, on days just like today," she grinned, eyeing the wild blue sky above them. It was framed by the towering trees that lay on either side of the rapids. Days like this reminded her keenly of her childhood. Good weather, a light breeze, and no worries. "Come on, I'll race you," Theory threw the gauntlet down, her eyes bright and sparkling with the knowledge that Thalia never turned down a challenge. Their relationship was mostly built on dares and they'd risen to this precarious calm on behalf of her Abraxas stubborn streak. Laughing merrily, Theory play bowed before springing off to hop down the rocks, all the while her ears turned to hear Thalia's pawsteps behind her.