05-18-2017, 10:28 AM
enfys
just stop your crying, it's a sign of the times
Enfys looked up at Ruan, the last of her ice-tears falling to the ground with a tinkling crack. She said nothing as she allowed Jinju to cradle her embrace, and her blue eyes slid shut at the warmth against the stark coldness of her body, and once again she reverted from ice back to the grey spotted baby that allowed herself to be swept up in the fiery embrace of her sister’s love.
Sister.
Family.
These thoughts were were foreign to young Enfys, who was used to living on her own with Reagan, eking out a living among the lichen and tree roots that were taking over the forest. Enfys lifts her head and cuddles against the black mare’s leg, flicking her small purple ears forward. The scents were so familiar to her, and suddenly Enfys is aware of her mother’s presence. Their home was not too far from here. So her mother had not left this part of the world. Their den had been chosen meticulously, and as her nostrils flair for a long drag to taste the wind, she can sense that her mother is nearby. But, as if in a consciousness far beyond her young age, she knew that if her mother did not want to be found, she would not be, and so she allows a last few warm tears to slide down her face, wondering why her small world was exploding and turning upside down. She knew her mother loved her. But her other family seemed to, appeared to, love her as well. She didn’t understand, and it broke her heart.
She sniffed, and then peeked around Jinju’s leg to see that there was another small girl hanging on to Ruan’s… no, father’s leg. She was curious about the other girl, her sister, she presumed, but at the moment, she could not bring herself to remember her manners. Enfys had been too much to care much about extraneous things… To lose a mother and gain a father and sisters all in one day...It suddenly occurred to her… that there could be more of them. More family.
Enfys looks up at Ruan, her lavender halo swerving to take in his words as he speaks to her, lowering his head to get a better view of her. The small girl takes in how large he is, and notes that the shade of his spots is identical to hers. She asks the obvious question then, suddenly forgetting any other words that he has spoken to her. Of course she would live with them, and become as one of them. What other option did she have? “Are you… are you, really my father?”
Sister.
Family.
These thoughts were were foreign to young Enfys, who was used to living on her own with Reagan, eking out a living among the lichen and tree roots that were taking over the forest. Enfys lifts her head and cuddles against the black mare’s leg, flicking her small purple ears forward. The scents were so familiar to her, and suddenly Enfys is aware of her mother’s presence. Their home was not too far from here. So her mother had not left this part of the world. Their den had been chosen meticulously, and as her nostrils flair for a long drag to taste the wind, she can sense that her mother is nearby. But, as if in a consciousness far beyond her young age, she knew that if her mother did not want to be found, she would not be, and so she allows a last few warm tears to slide down her face, wondering why her small world was exploding and turning upside down. She knew her mother loved her. But her other family seemed to, appeared to, love her as well. She didn’t understand, and it broke her heart.
She sniffed, and then peeked around Jinju’s leg to see that there was another small girl hanging on to Ruan’s… no, father’s leg. She was curious about the other girl, her sister, she presumed, but at the moment, she could not bring herself to remember her manners. Enfys had been too much to care much about extraneous things… To lose a mother and gain a father and sisters all in one day...It suddenly occurred to her… that there could be more of them. More family.
Enfys looks up at Ruan, her lavender halo swerving to take in his words as he speaks to her, lowering his head to get a better view of her. The small girl takes in how large he is, and notes that the shade of his spots is identical to hers. She asks the obvious question then, suddenly forgetting any other words that he has spoken to her. Of course she would live with them, and become as one of them. What other option did she have? “Are you… are you, really my father?”