Cracks Begin to Show
07-13-2014, 11:43 AM
He was at the very least an ally to Covari if not a member after Sibelle's invitation. And with that in mind (and Sibelle in mind) he would not stray too far from the pack's borders. The North had been his home for a long time now - but he had put finding his sister aside and left it behind. He had placed one of the only two wolves that he learned to care for to the back of his mind, but it was not enough to be here anymore. He was not sure whether she needed time, or whether he should be doing something, anything - to feel as close to her as he once was. She had grown in the months since the earthquake, and the nagging feeling that he should not have returned was heavy. The woman was all that he had here, but if she was finished with his company, he only wished that she would tell him that.
If she had not invited him to Covari, he would have assumed that he was wasting her time.
Thankfully, wandering loner lands was a good way to clear his head. To return to the neutral place that he had lived most of his life. In adulthood, he would realize that it was not completely neutral - it was the feeling of waiting, for someone, something, to show up or come back or call for him... but Aeron was patient if nothing else.
The place he found himself was eerily quiet, with the faint sound of water in the distance. Dark toes would lead him toward the middle of a stone structure, past the ivory trees and contrasting vines - and there he would find the source of the dripping he had heard. A pool of water, with a faint glow beneath the moonlight. He knew nothing of the rumors that surrounded this place, but the eerie calm did not make the pool one that he wanted to drink out of. But curiously, he would peek into the pool, and peek at his reflection.
Only to jump when he saw an ivory lupine gazing back at him.
If she had not invited him to Covari, he would have assumed that he was wasting her time.
Thankfully, wandering loner lands was a good way to clear his head. To return to the neutral place that he had lived most of his life. In adulthood, he would realize that it was not completely neutral - it was the feeling of waiting, for someone, something, to show up or come back or call for him... but Aeron was patient if nothing else.
The place he found himself was eerily quiet, with the faint sound of water in the distance. Dark toes would lead him toward the middle of a stone structure, past the ivory trees and contrasting vines - and there he would find the source of the dripping he had heard. A pool of water, with a faint glow beneath the moonlight. He knew nothing of the rumors that surrounded this place, but the eerie calm did not make the pool one that he wanted to drink out of. But curiously, he would peek into the pool, and peek at his reflection.
Only to jump when he saw an ivory lupine gazing back at him.