The World Is A Scary Place

Haydée had done it. Despite all of her fears, anxiety, and an errant attack, the small girl had completed what she had originally set out to do. It is in the late afternoon when her paws finally cross into the familiar lands of her home. But she does not pause because there is something she has been yearning to do since the attack in the Northern lands.

Quickly, she makes her way toward the waterfall where she hopes that Bay will be. Thankfully, since his arrival, the golden boy often spends his time tending a garden that he has painstakingly put together, and that is where she finds him. Spying the familiar shaggy coat, Hay immediately angles herself toward him and doesn’t stop to offer any greetings.

Tears prick the back of her eyes and she continues to move up to Bay where she quickly buries her face in his scruff. No words are forth coming as Haydée simply stays there, eyes closed, face deep in his fur as her small form begins to tremble. All the feelings she had suppressed in order to continue her trip finally bubble up and out, wetting the fur underneath her face as she breathes in his scent to help try and calm herself.


"Haydée Kedieo"