Still Running Lost

It wasn’t very often that Indigo didn’t have Aia curled up in his mane when he went out to gather up wild herbs. She was always so curious and interested in what he was doing. Indigo adored his little girl, and was having a tough time accepting that she was growing up and becoming her own wolf. She couldn’t stay curled up in his thick mane forever, he knew that. Still, part of him yearned for that to be truth. Indy couldn;t force that path though, he raised Aia to know he would always be there for her, but he wanted her to open her wings and fly on her own. She needed to experience everything life had to offer.

He knew that she would find both happiness and sadness just as he did, but that was what life was for. Experiencing the whole spectrum and finding triumph in the end. Something that Indigo had struggled with himself before Aia had come along. He was testing himself now, encouraging his little girl to go and be independent today. No matter how much i struck his heart to watch her happily toddle off.

To distract himself Indigo started to head south, finding his paws wandering the eastern lands, searching for hints of the first plants to pop up. Crocus, daffodils, rhubarb… he’d seen hints and guesses at spring all around him. His eyes were trained for the vibrant purple flowers, when he caught sight of Duchess he had first thought of the plants. Then her silhouette came into focus and Indigo had to stop. He didn’t realize his jaw had dropped, nor that he was rudely staring. He’d forced himself to remove her from his heart, after everything she had done to him he couldn’t continue with her finding her way into his mind.

He didn’t do much more than his first reaction beyond picking his jaw from the ground. He hadn’t mentally prepared for meeting Duchess again.

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