The past is maggot written

Walk | Talk | Think

She remained tight lipped, a firm hold on what dignity remained, and listened silently as the brown male smilingly responded. An apology came first, one that was not entirely expected, but Tahlia did no more than blink as he went on to say that he himself had been doing well. She supposed it was to be expected. Their pack was prosperous, even despite the earthquake that had stolen the vision from her right eye. Even better, his wife was expecting, a few more bundles of joy to be added to their ranks. She might have thought indifferently of him so far, but more children meant more playmates for her own Lior and Kailos. And she did want them all to socialize more with their pack mates.

"Congratulations," she offered, nodding her head with approval despite the still present tightness to her tone. A young family, it was an admirable endeavor that he and his wife set out on, all things considered. "I wish good health on all of you. There is nothing quite like the satisfaction of parenthood." And at last the coldness of her voice began to thaw, the topic something she could not speak about without warmth and tenderness as her thoughts were claimed by images of her own children, adopted eldest included. They were her pride and joy, as her husband was her strength and stability. As much as she wanted to still be upset, even minimally, at Hajime, she found herself unable to. He appeared sincere, and with such great prospects for himself lined up she thought it nice to see such a youth so well put together.