03-11-2018, 08:28 PM
I Hope That You Burn
Winter had swept across the land taking with it any remaining hope that she might find her family. The land had become white washed, making it nearly impossible to identify one distant figure from the other. Gray skies and falling snow had weighed heavily upon her heart and, despite Durotan’s best efforts, she could not rid herself of the gloom that had grabbed hold of her.
Beqanna was unfamiliar to her and the deeper she traveled into it the more alone she felt. Her adopted father had, thus far, assured her that he would not abandon her. Through every tireless mile she had always stayed a few paces behind him, determined that she would not lose sight of him as easily as she had her parents. His tall stature and darker coloring made him easier to spot whereas her fairer complexion almost made her camouflaged against the snowy landscape. Her companion stopped and she followed suit, careful to remain ever so slightly at his flank. His caring voice warmed her and, though he was not particularly affectionate, she felt his voice like a reassuring caress.
”I am fine,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper. She shivered against the frozen wind as it tousled her main and was grateful when he declared that they should rest.
Intrigued, as she always was, she watched as Duro – the name in which she had given her new guardian – pawed up a few springs of green grass. Selflessly he offered the food to her and she did not hesitate to lower her head to eat. In the past she would have argued against such a gesture, but she had learned that any and all attempts were futile. He would not settle until he was satisfied that she had eaten. So she did and was happy to do so. Food as lush as what he’d found was a rarity and she allowed it’s sweet flavor to fill her up with it’s promise of spring.
Maiven
@[Durotan] @[wound]