Boy, Look at How You've Grown

*Naiche* · 06-03-2022, 11:17 PM

As Arc worked to focus he’d find himself in a patch of grass, moist with the dew. The grassy circle was about 30ft in fifty feet in diameter and beyond that everything was shrouded in mist. Shapes that suggested possible trees lurked through the mist. There was a pale bit of orange that brightened up the west so that there was a shimmer to the fog but still the sun couldn’t fully penetrate it. Arcturus was enclosed in the circle.

Naiche had been hunting for a time. He had never fully spotted the target of the hunt yet he had sensed it. Naiche had no need to eat and so the hunt itself was satisfying for the chase. His memory was foggy at points, patchy as to when he started or why he started or ended some things. He had left the beast he hunted as something called to him.
As Naiche stepped into the mist it parted before him like a curtain and so to did his mind gain clarity, recalling him to a life before this existence. Memories of what had been would come and go in this life but now as he felt summoned it was as if none of it had ever been forgotten. The last thing he had been doing on the land of the living was leaving the lair of firefly man, having found it empty. Where he had once visited the living after death there was now one still alive visiting Naiche’s realm.

It didn’t matter that he had grown, that the signs of the young child were behind, there was nothing about his child that could have changed where Naiche would not recognize him. Time had truly passed in the real world, more than Naiche would have imagined for his son to have grown so much. So damn much! “Arc,” Naiche whispered, his own voice surprising Naiche. He hadn’t spoken with anyone in a long time. Not that Naiche recalled at least. The smaller golden wolf stepped toward his child. Where he once looked down to see his boy now Naiche looked up, “My son, you… grew," there was pride and wonder mingled in the words as he regarded a child he remembered pushed up against Asla, eyes not even open. Naiche didn’t dare touch him yet, if he touched Arc would the boy vanish, would this end? There was no logical reason for that but neither was there an answer as to how they were meeting each other. Illogical or not, Naiche couldn’t risk it yet, he wanted to look at his child longer, talk to him.

"Naiche"

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