Far From Home

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mercianne

Walk | Talk | Think

He did not immediately move but remained beneath the trees, apparently in no hurry about finding his place to bed down for the night. Surely the hay that he had spoken of would still be there no matter the time he finally made it over to the decrepit building, but with the afternoon light nearing on darkness, Merci supposed that would be sooner than later and so kept to her feet. No hurrying or prompting was made against her to get an answer or a reaction, just a patience that seemed endless as he gave her time enough to think and then speak as the will to swept over her. It soothed any misgivings she might have had about staying with him instead of returning home. Surely the conversation they would have later would be just as enjoyable as their current one.

She had not expected an overly long answer, and so she was a little surprised to hear Scipio answer so strangely. Yes...and no? Brow furrowed gently, the little white wolf listened as her companion went on to delve into the story, his blue eyes meeting hers gently but openly, nothing hidden and everything exposed as he let her inside his life and history. She met them at last without truly realizing, almost mesmerized by the tale, silently living it with him. It was a hard life, a merciless one, and it was a wonder someone so gentle could have survived it and still turned out the way he did. But then, I'm not like my upbringing either, she mused, and nearly smile at the small, tenuous connection she had created between the two. Maybe that was why she enjoyed his company; he was like her.

It was he who broke the eye contact then, and realizing that she had been staring more openly than she was accustomed to she turned her head and set her brown eyes toward the structure settled off across the distance from them, the place where they would take shelter later. I hope I will one day he had said, the words slipping back through her mind once more as she replayed them, giving them thought. After a moment, she spoke. "The Glaciem is nice," she said, wondering if her intent was too obvious by her choice of words. "They've been really good to me, and I like it there. I could tell you about it, if you'd like?" she asked, a little voice in the back of her mind mentally adding, And me? After listening to him share, after hearing what all he had been through, she could not deny that a part of her wished to do the same. But with gentle coaxing, she added, "Maybe once we've found our place to sleep?"