The Summer Bonfire

Artorias had told her of the bonfire, and the significance behind it. Bellamy had been uncertain about attending at first, but the more time she spent with her grandson, and the time she had spent with Acere, she found her courage. Gavroche had peeked in long enough to call to her as he left with his friend, and Bellamy would rise from the bed she had spent most of time on during her stay at the Hallows. It felt strange to be up and about, but… not bad. Bellamy stepped into the open air and drew in a breath. Living… something Acere had encouraged her to do with the time she had left. Her gaze shifted towards the heavens. She was sure that, as she attended the bonfire and the stars came out, he would be watching her. That was what really gave her the final push she needed.

Bellamy had taken a leisurely pace to the plains. She let herself consciously acknowledge the shift in terrain, the feel of grass under her paws, the feel of the wind moving over her fur. It was strange, but it was almost like she was experiencing these things for the first time again… like a young pup leaving the den. Her ears perked as she drew closer to those gathered, and it was Gavroche’s excited voice that caught her attention. The woman would circle around to find him, one of Artorias’ daughters, and a small rainbow marked pup there. But while the girl did look as if she could have been a sibling, she was not one Bellamy recognized. The woman reclined to her rump and flicked her gaze to Artorias, giving a small nod of greeting.

She needed this more than she realized.

"Speech," 'Thought.'