Light On The Walls [Ignatius]

Winter had tightened its hold, ever so slightly. The snow-cover at home was still light, but slowly, surely, less melted away with the day’s light. Up here, at the inner edge of the North of Boreas, the snow was more apparent, as ever. Her glowing white paws crunched through at least three inches as she padded along a path leading up to the cave she’d once sheltered in during a blizzard winters ago.

The weather was much less harsh today, though, and she stepped into the cave, gazing up at the walls as she made her way deeper. Back when she’d been nearly snowed in here, she hadn’t been her own personal light source. Now, her shimmering white fur lit the cave and she had a much better view of the glyphs her father and Coran had described. There was the depiction of the hunt and celebration, or what could possibly be deduced as such.

She breathed in and let out the air in a sigh, breath fogging as she meandered down the wall, examining the pictures left by the humans. She wished she’d come here with her father and son, shared in the experience. She wished many things. But her father was in the ground.

His death was… Easier to accept than her mother’s. She’d had nearly all her years with him. She’d not gotten that luxury with Solveiga. But it still squeezed her heart with pain when she thought of something to bring home to him and remembered that he wasn’t alive to see it anymore. The ache would soothe with time, but for now, the edges of the soul wound were still raw and healing.

She paused to study the images on the wall, noting the mammoth and the figures around it. Another hunt. There was what looked like a cliff behind the beast, and she nodded to herself, then paused at the scuff of a paw echoing on the cave wall.

It seemed she was no longer alone.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think