Old friend, come share a tale

*Outlaw* · 11-06-2022, 10:05 PM

Outlaw had always enjoyed sailing on ships but after so much time spent at sea, he was thinking the ocean could for a few years. There was plenty on firm ground to enjoy and it was nice to be back at the Hallows and see how all the young pups had grown into fine adults. Artorias, a tiny adorable pup who had carried around a stick he had once given a wooden sword to. That same pup now was an adult, the leader of the hallows. The wooden sword changed for one of steel to protect his family. Outlaw was proud of the kid.

He had first come to the Hallows because of Meadow. She was gone now. He hadn’t known her very long but she had been lots of fun and very nice. They had played a game of finding the treasure. Maybe Artorias kids would like that game? He would have to offer it to them at some point.

Outlaw stepped outside of the castle, making his way around until he was on the grass, looking out to the sea. Choosing not to go back out to sea didn’t mean he still couldn’t find looking at it as peaceful. The breeze brought the scent of the familiar salt to his nose. It was much nicer to look at from firm land.

Outlaw felt the weight on his head grow a bit, his hat’s brim pressed down so it covered a bit more of his vision. “Hi Pip! Hope you’re ok without us going back out to the ocean for a bit. I’ve had enough seawater for a time.”

The seagull let out a shrill answer before flying off. Outlaw watched, curious of what the bird was up to but no doubt it would return. Food or treasure, it was likely looking for one or the other. Outlaw grinned, recalling once that he had met a pirate, “ya know Pip, I bet those wolf pirates got nothing on you.” Pip was already out of sight but Outlaw could imagine it anyway. Pip could find all manners of treasure and then stash them somewhere. He always showed off some of his pieces to Outlaw but the dog doubted he saw all of them.

Outlaw thought back again to when he first joined the Hallows and Meadow. The dead were coming to life these days at least that was what Pip told him. The bird had stories to share when it came back from its little trips elsewhere. Pip didn’t know all the details, it hadn’t happened to the bird but apparently the dead were speaking with the living.

Meadow. He had heard she had passed on. She hadn’t been at the hallows when she died and Outlaw wondered what it had been like for her. Outlaw closed his eyes, his memories coming in and out like ocean tides. Her smile, talking with her Her fun games, and her interest in healing others. She had been the first wolf he had met in Boreas, out in the weeping woods. The boy smiled, recalling the game and the time they had spent together.

Before she had left the hallows she had also shown him a few of her heaing books. Outlaw had never grown much in those healing skills. Just enough to keep himself alive when he had been hurt. So, in a way, Meadow had saved his life even when she was gone. Maybe it hadn’t been the reason for teaching him but still, Outlaw was grateful for it. A bite mark in his front shoulder marked where it would have been bad for him if he hadn’t known how to stop the bleeding. Learning how to make fires had also saved him when stuck in cold weather.

“Meadow,” Outlaw whispered the name, imagining it taken up with the wind. “Meadow, I enjoy telling stories but, this time I’d like to hear some of yours. Come and visit? We can spin stories from day till night. Let me tell you, of the wonderful children at the hallows you missed getting to see. I plan to see your daughter soon. I’d be happy to pass on a message.” What would Meadow’s daughter be like? If she was anything like Meadow she’d have a friendly smile. It was the first comparison he had to go with. What size and shape? It was hard to know those details unaware of the feather. How could she not have received Meadow’s smile thought? Surely she grew up loved.

Outlaw drowned out his other thoughts, letting his mind be clear with the single name ‘Meadow’ carried with each time the tide rolled out, 'come see me.' Each time the tide rolled in. It could all be silliness but Outlaw didn’t care if anyone thought that of him. He’d just laugh with them about it later. For right now though, he wanted to see his old friend enough to risk it.

Speech:"Life is but a game " Think

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