What I Wouldn't Do
11-29-2014, 09:00 PM
There was so much for her to consider. All of her children had reacted so differently; Caeto's initial reaction had so emptyand only now did he express some kind of sadness to her. He had always been serious, quite different from the rest of his siblings, but she would not fault him for it. Eyes watched him carefully as he moved away from her, beginning to speak, and she hoped he might unravel the mystery of what had changed him so deeply.
Zaria was her name. He admitted he didn't think it had been love -- but obviously she was someone that had mattered to him. A gentle sigh of empathy left her lips. She had known loss, though perhaps in a way different to Caeto. Both of her parents had passed and she had watch her own brother's death. It had been downright brutal to watch and she was grateful that her children hadn't been there to witness it.
"I'm sorry," was all she could think to say, a long pause following her words. Slowly she would move to embrace him, to truly hold him as she might've done when he was a child. He was still her boy, though he was half a foot taller and certainly stronger; it was with little hesitation that she slid her muzzle around the back of his neck from where she stood at his side. "Loss will never be easy, Caeto. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you..." Sure, he had left of his own accord, but she was his mother and had no excuse for not finding him. "I'm your mother and I should've been there for you." Her grip would tighten slightly on him. Perhaps he might pull away -- she wouldn't fight it if he did, but she wanted to try nonetheless. His pain was evident and she could tell he was having difficulty copying with it, and it was all a mother do to try to soothe it, even if it was to no avail. Another sigh would leave her parted lips as she held him.
Zaria was her name. He admitted he didn't think it had been love -- but obviously she was someone that had mattered to him. A gentle sigh of empathy left her lips. She had known loss, though perhaps in a way different to Caeto. Both of her parents had passed and she had watch her own brother's death. It had been downright brutal to watch and she was grateful that her children hadn't been there to witness it.
"I'm sorry," was all she could think to say, a long pause following her words. Slowly she would move to embrace him, to truly hold him as she might've done when he was a child. He was still her boy, though he was half a foot taller and certainly stronger; it was with little hesitation that she slid her muzzle around the back of his neck from where she stood at his side. "Loss will never be easy, Caeto. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you..." Sure, he had left of his own accord, but she was his mother and had no excuse for not finding him. "I'm your mother and I should've been there for you." Her grip would tighten slightly on him. Perhaps he might pull away -- she wouldn't fight it if he did, but she wanted to try nonetheless. His pain was evident and she could tell he was having difficulty copying with it, and it was all a mother do to try to soothe it, even if it was to no avail. Another sigh would leave her parted lips as she held him.