06-30-2021, 06:39 PM
i was alone, falling free, trying my best not to forget.
He has been alone for so long that he almost forgets how to pronounce friendship. But the warm feeling comes bubbling up once he sees her, and he manages a smile all the same. Spirit turns from the path he had been on and continues instead toward her and the rock she perches on. Just for old times sake, he humps her and takes on the form of a tiny guinea pig. His nose twitches up at her. He gives a soft bweep.
When he resumes his natural shape, he is laughing and the expression makes his cheeks ache from disuse. His bright eyes search her curiously for scars or fresh wounds, unabashed. He wonders what became of her when she was gone, wonders who had done it. It felt an awful lot like when he found Sochi mangled back then. The only difference is Mazikeen came back.
“What are you up to, Maze?” he asks as his smile calms to a faint grin. It’s unclear if he means this moment or in general, her life or Hyaline’s. But he does not elaborate and chooses instead to let her answer it however she sees fit. Spirit has never been one to pry. He just comes running when it seems like someone needs his help.
“The world is a wilder place than when we were young. Or maybe it was always this way,” he muses with a shrug of his dark shoulder.
When he resumes his natural shape, he is laughing and the expression makes his cheeks ache from disuse. His bright eyes search her curiously for scars or fresh wounds, unabashed. He wonders what became of her when she was gone, wonders who had done it. It felt an awful lot like when he found Sochi mangled back then. The only difference is Mazikeen came back.
“What are you up to, Maze?” he asks as his smile calms to a faint grin. It’s unclear if he means this moment or in general, her life or Hyaline’s. But he does not elaborate and chooses instead to let her answer it however she sees fit. Spirit has never been one to pry. He just comes running when it seems like someone needs his help.
“The world is a wilder place than when we were young. Or maybe it was always this way,” he muses with a shrug of his dark shoulder.