would you spend your whole life with me,
It’s quiet. She’s been home for months, a season, and she hasn’t even seen anyone except Texas and Ygritte. Her own family is out of her reach, or unreachable, but she can’t say she hadn’t hoped to find someone here. It drew the, the power of the waterfall, so it was rare that no one was around. But what Nairne hadn’t realized was how lonely it was to be the one called home – alone.
Once, the Falls would have been filled with laughter, with voices and life. Nairne knows that her mother experienced that time – a time when the twins had been in residence, both with mates and several children and peripheral family members. But they are long since gone – she can stand upon a particular flowered knoll and know that her great-grandparents rest easily beneath her hooves; she can gaze into the pool at the bottom of the waterfall and wonder if the particularly bright fish are the ones her mother told her about – but she cannot force them to life here again.
It is up to a new generation to carry the weight of the Falls.
The buckskin girl smiles into the water, her reflection distorted by ripples of bright fish swimming lazily between her hooves. They are shy, the fish, but she has been standing very still in the pool, knee deep, for long enough to make them brave. It’s soothing, trance like, as a jaunt in the waterfall always is. It soothes her heavy heart, giving her the hope to stay, and not to return to the other places where her little family has taken to dwelling.
would you be there to always hold me down?
Nairne
mikhael x natilyn