Find Your Place

He’d been sitting nestled in the furs of the sentry hut, gazing out at a white out. Then, like a ghost in the night, Aurielle had materialized with a bark, summoning him. His shift was nearly over anyway, so he stretched and yawned, nodding to Regulus as the old crimson man made himself comfortable in the hut.

Cai followed the light of the Spirit yawning occasionally on the walk. He listened with a mixture of blush and pleasure as Aurielle spoke, but he really woke up, eyes popping wide as she turned her question to him. Sentinel? Now? Already? Surely he wasn’t good enough yet. He wasn’t even four yet.

His suddenly wide-awake mind spun, darting from one argument and excuse to another. Oh, he wanted the position, he wanted it badly. It was a place he could serve best in. But was he actually ready?

He realized she was waiting for his answer, a glint of amusement in her eye and in the faint quirk of her lips. ”I do, truly I do, but… do you truly think I’m ready?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think