House of glass

Nights are difficult for Haydée because the quietness that the evenings offer, often lead to her overthinking… well, everything. Lately, her bed has become her enemy as she often tosses and turns, only to stare at the walls while silently begging sleep to come and steal her away. The lack of slumber on this Spring night, drives her from her den and out into the silvery moonlight where she is left to consider her options. Paws pick a pathway, allowing the familiar rhythm of walking to lull her into a state of semi-consciousness.

A gentle breeze tickles her nose and runs its fingers through her coat and the kiss of cool against the warmth of the night is welcomed. Trekking out toward the land that the large felines had once occupied, a strange form in the shadows of the low foliage shakes Haydée from her stupor and she curiously attempts to figure out what it is. A small, elongated form hobbles away from Ethne’s borders and the curious young woman is quick to steps lightly over the border and offer a small, warm, beckoning woof.

Features are gentle as she looks to the tiny male, her stance open, relaxed, and welcoming as she slowly approaches them. With carefully picked, metered words, Hay gently says, “Hello there. Are you… are you okay? Is there anything I can help you with?” Emerald eyes roam the scarred dog’s form, sorrow pulling at the lines of her face as they alight on his hobbling leg. Quickly, she moves back to catch his own mismatched gaze and offers him a warm smile as she remembers a similar boy, taller and golden, who had once been lost but had found himself in Ethne. Gods, how she misses Bay.

Wishing to put the smaller canine at ease, Haydée’s tail slowly wags behind her as she tries to appear as nonthreatening as possible because, sometimes, everyone could use a friend.



"Haydée Kedieo"