Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
Gale looks up at the starry sky, tracing the familiar shapes of the constellations as he waits for Sickle to process what he has just told her. The girl sounds uncertain, and he glances back down at her. Her brow is wrinkled in a frown, and she looks just like her mother.
The realization is infuriating, and Gale grows claws so that he might dig them into the roky earth below him rather than rip it off her face.
He needs to keep her whole, but the restraint it requires turns stone to gravel beneath his feet. That is the sole indicator of his tension. The rest of him is smiling, so it seems perhaps a tic.
Sickle has a question for him, and Gale tilts his head to the side curiously as she does, so that the spinal mane they share tips to that side as well.
“Well...” He begins to reply and then pauses. Hs mouth twists in thought. How much information should he share?
This venture - this keeping the child alive - is rapidly becoming more complicated than he had expected. He didn’t actually want to talk to a child, but he doesn’t want to risk her growing concerned either. They cry when they are upset, and if she cries he’ll have to silence her and then she’ll definitely be too upset to make a suitable gift to Mazikeen.
“You and Malik were supposed to live here, in Hyaline. You are shifters, and you are children of the Pack. But Wishbone is afraid of me, and she tried to hide you away. But I found you, and you deserve to know the truth about who you are.”
The Curse will tell Mazikeen to find a few shifter children for Sickle to play with when he next sees her. Hopefully that will be soon, and he looks up at the dark mountainsides and once more flashes an image of himself and Sickle at the lakeshore to her orange eyes as a summons.
@Sickle
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Gale
