A Moment to Spare

Chrysanthe held her breath, expecting for the healer to be busy - organizing herbs, worrying over her mate, her children... there was so much that she could prioritize first and the clay faced girl wouldn't blame her for it at all. Yet the white she-wolf's gentle features only gazed at her with care, and her words allowed the yearling to let out a sigh of relief. Erani had time, plenty of it, and the cream she-wolf let a small smile grace her lips despite her previous doubts. "Thanks."


She could barely remember the last time that she had shared a den with another. For a moment Chrysanthe thought that being inside of Erani's living space would feel like intrusion, or that she herself would feel uncomfortable - but she was wrong. Incredibly so. She felt warm and safe and immediately she was hit with a wave of nostalgia. This is how she spent her days before the eruption. Here, with Erani and all of her siblings, where the rest of the world didn't matter and sibling rivalry was as simple as who pounced harder or could eat the most or howl the loudest and longest... everything was so much more complicated now. But one thing that hadn't changed, was her relationship with the blue eyed woman before her. The yearling took a seat beside her, laying down and letting their shoulders brush just slightly. "I... wanted to talk to you. It's been too long since I've just." Since they had just spoken, since she had curled up beside her and babbled about nothing at all.


She couldn't help but wonder why she had waited to long to speak with the she-wolf who was pretty much her mother.


Perhaps it was because starting was one of the hardest things that the wariess had done so far.


"I fought for Neo on the battlefield. He should be home soon - or I'll go and get him myself." She didn't know why it was the first thing that came out of her mouth. It certainly wasn't what she thought their talk would consist of, but it was out in the open now and she wasn't sure what Erani would think of it. Did that mean that she had done the wrong thing in fighting for him to come back home? "He left... because of me. I teased him, he was being horrible but I should have known that he..." How could she have known that his bitterness wouldn't wear off? That he would rather run off and away than fight for the ranks and position and power that he wanted so badly? "He hates us. For being ranked when we first came to Valhalla." Yet it wasn't Pip that was immediately promoted, but her. Her voice failed to reel back the emotion that she felt at the subject, all frustration with a twinge of sadness


"Everything's so much different now." She sighed, her ears drooping - and she faintly thought that she couldn't remember that they did so out of feeling rather than for the purpose of defense. Cautiously her eyes flicked over to the fae's face, hoping that her expression wouldn't be one of disgust, or worse, disappointment. Because no matter how upset she became at the matter, she couldn't... wouldn't apologize for fighting to keep him here. No matter his resentment, he was family. And Chrys couldn't help but wonder whether facing this problem with her brother head on would help. It had worked for her other challenges thus far.


Which reminded her... "I've also, sort of... met someone." Neo was a hard enough subject to dwell on - Gideon James was a matter all his own.



"Talk like this."