Fitting the Pieces Together
07-20-2014, 08:13 PM
Dayton had been wandering aimlessly through the territory when a soft call roused him from his trance. That voice... It sounded familiar... The boy made his way toward the lake, where the sound seemed to be coming from. There, partially hidden by a tree, was Pacifica. Dayton felt his breath catch for a moment. What if Misha saw her? Then he blinked the thoughts away as he realized none of that mattered now. What they had was now irredeemable, for she had come home the other day with another man's scent on her pelt. She held no memory of Dayton, while all he wanted to do was forget her. How ironic. The small brute abandoned these thoughts as he approached the beauty, circling the lake that thawed under the breath of spring. Her eyes were as blue as he remembered them, laced with those incredible white markings. He smiled and sat near the maiden, only daring to come within a few feet of her. "Wonderful to see you again, miss, but what are you doing here?" His tail would wag a bit with his greeting. Pacifica should know how genuinely happy he was to see her. What was more, the man was in a better state than he was when they first met. The grey woman had found him crying, a pathetic puddle of tears in the snow. But spring had come and had brought him new hope, not to mention that he had spoken privately with Qanik. That had helped him a great deal. Her gentle wisdom was helping him to heal. So now he could truly smile again, and he gave his best smile to this lovely maiden, because she deserved it. "I was hoping to see you again, Pacifica." |
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