Lonely is the muse
for Víðarr
Fleet-footed
11-14-2024, 05:37 PM
Her head bowed low, Kiela sniffed hard at the frozen ground, trying to see if there's anything else she could discern from the scents here. The uncertainty didn't bother her- she'd been through enough that she knew the world always had a way of righting itself. Things that were this far out of her control didn't bother her much, either. Everything would happen exactly as it was meant to. It was her job to keep her caribou safe though, so she'd focus on that task, on the one thing she could control. She was so engrossed in her task that she barely noticed his approach. She never let her guard down like this- she flinched, head swinging to face the source of the voice, blinking and trying to register who it was. Víðarr always, always, had a strange way of appearing when she needed him the most. Once she came to, a genuine smile slid over her lips. It came far more easily than it normally would, and the warm affection that shone in her orange eyes was unmistakable. Her own tail gave a slow wag, tension sliding easily off her shoulders. "You're okay," she breathed, as much a statement as a question, leaning into his touch. It was familiar, a comforting gesture amidst all the strangeness that was happening as of late. He was, as always, exactly what she needed in that moment. "You're okay, right?" Her inquiry came after a moment, when she finally pulled away and got a better look at him. She'd missed him, and it was obvious in the way she studied him so closely just how much she cared, in a way she rarely felt about anyone else. |
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