Forever and Always
Spoem
12-17-2020, 08:04 AM
Poem had been slightly alarmed when Sparhawk hadn’t returned to the den the night before, suddenly having to sleep alone had been disappointing. However, she knew that whatever he did Sparhawk had a plan and though she’d slept fitfully the morning came. She didn’t expect to see Haiku that morning, but her little brother had a message from her love. Poem expected something but it had been Sparhawk and not a message. Intrigued and maybe a little more than excited she followed her instructions and made her own preparations for the night.
She couldn’t describe how much Sparhawk meant to her. They’d not known each other for very long but already she felt incomplete without him by her side. Had this been how her mother had felt at one time? She felt Shaye’s spirit on her that day, whenever a stray ray of sunshine touched her pelt, or a gentle breeze caressed her cheek. Poem could feel her mother’s blessing despite the impossible distance that separated them. Shaye would be proud.
Poem cleaned herself up, her fur was shining and Edgar had helped to rub in the scents of fall. Lilac, cinnamon, she almost let him rub her down with an apple but she didn’t want to be sticky. Instead she carried a basket with her, filled with flowers, apples, and a bit of dried rabbit. Feeling as prepared as she was going to Poem made her way to the lake. By the time she arrived the Sun was beginning to set and the young woman was bathed in the light of the golden hour. Her blue and lavender eyes flashed with an eager excitement as her dainty white paws brought her to the place where Sparhawk awaited her.
”Sparhawk?” She called out sweetly as she lowered her basket to the ground, craving to be back in his presence once again.
She couldn’t describe how much Sparhawk meant to her. They’d not known each other for very long but already she felt incomplete without him by her side. Had this been how her mother had felt at one time? She felt Shaye’s spirit on her that day, whenever a stray ray of sunshine touched her pelt, or a gentle breeze caressed her cheek. Poem could feel her mother’s blessing despite the impossible distance that separated them. Shaye would be proud.
Poem cleaned herself up, her fur was shining and Edgar had helped to rub in the scents of fall. Lilac, cinnamon, she almost let him rub her down with an apple but she didn’t want to be sticky. Instead she carried a basket with her, filled with flowers, apples, and a bit of dried rabbit. Feeling as prepared as she was going to Poem made her way to the lake. By the time she arrived the Sun was beginning to set and the young woman was bathed in the light of the golden hour. Her blue and lavender eyes flashed with an eager excitement as her dainty white paws brought her to the place where Sparhawk awaited her.
”Sparhawk?” She called out sweetly as she lowered her basket to the ground, craving to be back in his presence once again.