Stay Frosty

Darsha watched her walk out and followed closely behind. His ears swiveled from left to right as he began to think more and more a out his life. About his hate, and about his hurt. She didn't seem to understand just how hurt he was but the fact she was trying meant a lot to him. No...it was everything to him. She told him she was going to show him the herbs she used and he nodded blankly, looking at the ground, thinking as she continued. He got the feeling it wouldn't last very long, it never did. She asked how his head felt and he stared at her and shrugged. "My head is fine but my heart hurts." He said almost poetically. Sadness in his voice and he looked at the sky.