Meteor Shower

The small wolf is kind and funny, making her giggle with happiness. Fern is glad that Sota found his way out to the plains tonight. He confirms his name and, when she pats the ground near her, he joins her under the starry sky. Sota’s sigh of pure contentment earns a hum of agreement from the gray girl and a small, relaxed sigh in return. His words have her, once more, smiling and Fern watches as another meteor streaks across the sky. Its bright trail blazing for a brief moment before disappearing into darkness once more. The purple-gray wolf speaks of her being wise beyond her years and Fern ducks her head, sheepishly. Truthfully, the gray girl feels awkward when others compliment her, often feeling undeserving of others praise. Sota goes to speak of striving to be humble and how many wolves never manage it and Fern nods, once more raising her head looking to the sky.

A thought fills takes over mind her mind, demanding to said. It tickles her tongue until Fern is forced to open her mouth give it a voice. Her tone is soft, filled with self-reflection as she says, “I agree Sota. I have found, in my short time, that there are wolves who are born humble and find joy in dedicating their lives to helping others. Others are born thinking that everything revolves around them, they are the sun and the moon and that they are the answer to some unknown prophecy.” She gives asmall shrug of her gray shoulders before continuing on, “But then… there is a smaller group, born not knowing what they want in their lives. Their experiences shape them, each layering on top of another, opening their eyes to the just how vast the world really is.” Another meteor blazes across the black sky and Fern falls silent as if, in that simple act, the sky is proving her point.

Sota and Fern sit in comfortable for a long moment, tracing stars and meteors with their eyes. A smile rests on her lips, happy to be enjoying this special moment with Sota. When his silver eyes turn from the sky and fall on her form, the gray girl turns her own ocean-hued gaze on Sota. His gentle smile is returned in kind and when he asks about how she got here, Fern’s smile softens even more. She allows Sota to finish, giving herself a moment to order her thoughts before she speaks. Finally, she starts, her voice is filled with emotions she thought had buried long ago. Slowly, she begins, “I came here in search of my mother’s sister. My mother’s name was Meadow and… something bad happened when I was little. I… watched her die. While she was still alive, mom had told me of her sister and how she was an alpha of a pack… her sister… was Resin.”

A sad smile plays across her lips, uncertain if Sota had ever met the former alpha. She continues, “I searched for this place for a long time, it took me serval months to find this land. Unfortunately, I arrived during a very dark time.” Her gaze shifts to the skies for a moment, remembering the vivid auroras and the sheer brightness the stars had offered then. Flashes of the sickness that had gripped her follow the beautiful skies and she shakes her head to dispel the memories. Looking back to Sota, the gray girl offers a small smile before she goes on, “Rudyard found me one night, claiming a ghost had told him to find me. Maybe it Resin talking to him… or my mother nudging him to find me. Either way, I learned that Resin had died and… I thought I had lost everything.”

Sadness laces her words, stains her smile, and tugs at heart as she remembers the raw feelings of helplessness from that night. Giving her head a shake, Fern waves a paw through the air, trying cast the cast out and lighten the mood. She offers a chuckle and says, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to talk so much. You can tell me to stop at any time.” Taking a moment to duck her head, the gray girl brushes away tears that seem to have collected in the corners of her eyes.

"Fern"