ardent

Because Of You



Orica-Original

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08-12-2013, 12:04 PM


Cut me loose
My parachute won't let me fall
Don't be afraid of a chance for a miracle
~*~


She was an inexperienced story teller at best, but she had enjoyed this, and was curious to think what the male would have to say. Would he be impressed by what her family could do? Would he be happy to hear about the happy ending? Perhaps Demyan here wasn't the best trial audience she could ask for, but he was all she had at the moment and she wanted him to have enjoyed the hearing as much as she did the telling. But she made her bow and no response came.

"Demyan?" Orica cocked her head to the side, the peace in her eyes slowly fading to curiosity and then to worry. He hadn't said anything. She'd expected something - a comment or a smile or a thoughtful look as he tried to find some moral or come up with a story on his own. But he didn't do any of those. He just lay there, unreadable thoughts buzzing behind the windows to his soul as he kept looking at her. She shifted a little, rolling over part way to bring those little white forepaws against his shoulder, still tucked. She lifted her head a bit, searching his features for some kind of answer.

For some reason her mind went back to the last pack meeting they'd had at Mt. Volkan, back when they'd still been a real pack. Gargoyle had spoken of volcanos and poor Cifer, usually the impassive, silent strong one, had torn out of there like a bat out of - oh wait... that was a bad word. She shouldn't think that. But anyway - he'd gone fast! Bad memories and experiences like that could leave scars on the mind - it was her first lesson about such things. And now she wondered, at first idly, and then troubled, if perhaps something similar went on with Demyans and bears. Had one of them hurt him? The little healer girl had never seen one for herself save from a peaceable, far off distance, but she knew enough tales to know they were nasty. All the same it was hard imagining Demyan to be scared of anything.

She voiced a concerned whine, and then added a few words, "What's wrong?"


~*~