along the way

He knew he and Anthea had shared something today. Shared grief was a powerful thing, and so was hope. As distressing as it was to think about everything he had lost, there was something hopeful about finding Anthea. About realising she was the last of… if not his kin, then at least of a people that they had shared.

Anthea seemed to be thinking more clearly than he was. She picked a spot for their picnic, and he helped her move things across. One of his foxes peeked out, the thought of food enticing Talis off his watch. “No sign of any predators, then? Aright, take a seat” He told the fox gently. He found a piece of meat while helping Anthea unpack, and he tossed at the silvery fox, who snatched it from the air.

When Anthea spoke, he turned his attention back to the blue-tinged woman. “Thank you. I appreciate it. It’s… nice, knowing I'm not the last. That you found your way here, somehow.” He admitted gently.


"Mercury"