05-27-2019, 11:46 PM
The world feels too big, too much for her when her new brother is not pressed safely to her side like a life raft. The dark girl keeps her face pressed lightly to his neck despite being slightly taller. She feels her heart drop any time their steps fall out of sync, causing their skin to part briefly before she hurries back against him. The girl only lifts her head when Kensa returns home, dripping and eager to kiss their faces as she draws closer to the duo. Risk smiles and closes her eyes beneath her mother’s warm affections as her ears swivel back to allow her more skin to kiss.
As Kelynen leaves her side, the copper brindling shimmers in the morning sun. The girl hates how cold she feels when he isn’t there to anchor her but she’s quick to curl against Kensa’s other side. Risk remembers hos her mother left before she could even nurse from her, taking the scent of milk and remorse with her like a whirlwind. But the thought is quickly pushed away in favor of making new memories in the dark one’s place. This is home now. This is her mother now, she tells herself. And she loves her surrogate family enough that it feels true. The primarch is always there when she wakes from her night terrors and she soothes her frightened heart with gentle words.
These new, pleasant thoughts ease her mind enough that she leans her head against the brown and gold of her shoulder. How strong, how brave her mother was to face war and still come home as soft as before.
“Where did you go today?” she asks curiously, her bright eyes watching Kensa like her next words might be gospel. She smells like the lake each time she comes home and so the little shifter never quite knows where she goes. Any story, true or not, would satisfy her adventurer’s heart though. “Maybe some day Kelynen and I can come too. We’ll be good!”
As Kelynen leaves her side, the copper brindling shimmers in the morning sun. The girl hates how cold she feels when he isn’t there to anchor her but she’s quick to curl against Kensa’s other side. Risk remembers hos her mother left before she could even nurse from her, taking the scent of milk and remorse with her like a whirlwind. But the thought is quickly pushed away in favor of making new memories in the dark one’s place. This is home now. This is her mother now, she tells herself. And she loves her surrogate family enough that it feels true. The primarch is always there when she wakes from her night terrors and she soothes her frightened heart with gentle words.
These new, pleasant thoughts ease her mind enough that she leans her head against the brown and gold of her shoulder. How strong, how brave her mother was to face war and still come home as soft as before.
“Where did you go today?” she asks curiously, her bright eyes watching Kensa like her next words might be gospel. She smells like the lake each time she comes home and so the little shifter never quite knows where she goes. Any story, true or not, would satisfy her adventurer’s heart though. “Maybe some day Kelynen and I can come too. We’ll be good!”
may my enemies live long
Risk
so they can see me prosper.