A home. It’s what they both wanted, needed. Dovev is adamant about it and deep down Cerva is determined to shelter him as well. They want security for each other; they are all each other has, after all. The Gates are segregated from her and after the recent meeting with Magnus Cerva doesn’t try to pursue them. Their conversation had been terse, but as her heart was beginning to melt Dovev stepped forward to be her rock. Although the sharpness in his voice pulled at her Cerva appreciated the protective nature that he adopted in her weakest moment.
She doesn’t quite realize what he is becoming. To her, he is her son; he is an innocent boy that wants mother to be happy and to smile.
That’s the reason she so willingly obliges when he decides where they should go. The periodic touches against her flank guide her in a direction she doesn’t know, but she doesn’t fear anything as long as he is close. His warm breath fans across her skin and it’s reassurance during their trek toward Taiga. They scale very few hills and weave through a city of trees. There is a river they cross, but Cerva is sure to find a shallow crossing they can both survive. She cannot – would not – let anything happen to her precious Devov. A smile presses itself to her lips and she takes pause to reach around and touch his neck before continuing on with him herding her. The occasional nips she takes as instincts more than anything else and she, so weak from a warm heart, thinks nothing ill of it.
And so they arrive together, side by side, and digest what scenery lies ahead of them. The redwoods are sentinels towering above them and blocking any further passage, so they wait together with occasional exchanges of adoration.
Cerva