Nothing in This World
06-02-2013, 04:33 PM
Solitude was becoming a constant companion in Felicitas? life. The two shared a bittersweet relationship, constantly at odds with one another and yet coexisting without complaint. The ghostly she-wolf longed for the company of her own kind, this was true, but at the same time being alone meant no attachments, no fear of losing another loved one to the wheel of fate. She often wondered if the eternal silence was worth the safety it ensured her heart. But even if she decided one morning to break the habit of traveling alone, she couldn?t exactly just waltz up to any old wolf and expect them to accompany her. No, life just didn?t work that way, especially in this day and age. So for now she would simply keep moving forward; it was all she could bring herself to do these days. A thunderous roar gradually came into her hearing range as she picked her way through the dense snowdrifts. She?d been through this area earlier in the year and couldn?t recall there being any waterfalls or rivers nearby. Mayhap some early snowmelt had birthed a new flow? Doubtful, seeing as how the temperature was rapidly dropping with each passing day. It wouldn?t be long before the entire region was frozen solid. So what was the source of the noise, then? Her question was answered a good deal of time later when her weak blue eyes finally managed to bring into focus the constant jet of water shooting towards the sky. She could faintly recall her mother once describing such a thing to her in her youth?a geyser, if memory served her true. It was magnificent, in its own special sort of way. Its flow was never faltering, roaring proudly as it soared to the heavens only to return back to earth in a hazy mist. Even from her respectful distance Felicitas could appreciate the heat the water was giving off, easily chasing away the chill that had set into her petite bones and tired muscles. A grateful sigh escaped her maw as she settled down onto the warm patch of ground, mercifully free of any snow or frost. The idea of having found an oasis of sorts crossed her mind?a warm haven in the middle of winter. The perfect place to rest after traveling for so long. Now if only she had someone to share it with. 'Beggars can?t be choosers.' "Speech" 'Thought' |