Finding Your Balance

Sirius · 05-07-2021, 11:51 PM

Lately, Sirius felt like an old, old man. Between his broken heart and his numerous injuries, his body felt… old. Slower than it should be. He could shut down the pain and move when he needed to, but for now he was conserving his energy. He leaned back on his hunches as Art got to his feet. He returned the Warlord's smile. Art was right about that, but Sirius wouldn’t let it deter him. Art deserved an outlet after Seer had riled him up as he had.

As they switched roles as teacher and student, Sirius settled himself onto the ground. He decided to lie on his belly - one of the few places not injured, and took his weight off his paws. He rested his head on an unbandaged part of his paw, and closed his eyes. He managed - just - to fight the urge to snore loudly.

Through his closed eyed, he sensed Art settling in beside him. He did as the younger wolf instructed, matching his breathing to that of his teacher. He listened to the waves. He had always liked the ocean, had chosen the Sea’s Plains in the Armada to bring them closer to it. But he digressed. He listened to the wind, and in his next breath, he scented the air.

He thought of being in a lake, and twitched subtly. He had been in a lake once, when Ashen had held their territory at Wolfpaw Lake. He had fallen in trying to catch birds to pluck their feathers to make pillowcases for his Empress. Of all the silly things to be doing… and he had been doing it with Zee. Before he had known who she truly was. The heavy Warlord who had come from a land like a desert had not known how to swim, and he had almost drowned. Zee, at the risk of her own neck, had saved him. Zee. His sassy, waspish, but ultimately loving Queen.

He had lost track of Arts instructions, and fought to remember what the boy had said. He dismissed the idea of the lake, and instead thought of a cloudy day. Already close to his thoughts, he conquered an image of his Zee. Og her tawny coat, and the brindle of blue that lingered like clouds on her coat. Of the frosting of blue along her neck. How soft her eyelids were when closed. How linless her face was in sleep. Of the long curves of her antlers, though they had come later. The result of a witches brew that he had very specifically told her not to take. They had watched the world change together, he and Zee. They had watched as the volcano erupted, swallowing half of Bores. The thing that had killed Deathbells mate and his brother and sometimes enemy. Of the ash that had been a part of their world for seasons, before exposing new life and lush lands beneath it. Zee. Beside him, on the clouds. He did not know it, but he soundlessly cried, tasting salt on his tongue.

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