isn't she lovely?
The call is an airhorn across a dead prairie, erupting in her ears with sudden ferociousness. It alerts her from her distant thoughts and brings her back to the forest. The forest that she had walked through years ago and found refuge. The forest that now feels like a battleground.
Who will go next?
But that is all forgotten when he calls.
A confident yearling—his warm but vibrant coat shimmering in sunrays that trickle between branches—approaches. By the time she has risen her head to view his company, he has stopped. Respectful. Dutiful.
“Hey,” is what she is able to muster back. Perhaps a year ago the company of a child would have been refreshing, but now it just reminds her of Kalil.
The child is forward and despite the inner turmoil Ruth feels, a slight tug at the corners of her mouth. She almost feels her heart thaw, the warmth returning momentarily before being whisked away by cold winds.
“You cannot I am sure,” a nonchalant shrug rolls almost as passively as the hawk scouting overhead, un-casually casual. There is a minute or two where silence bestows them before our golden doe is able to find a few more words, “you look familiar.”
And it’s true, he does. From the soft curve of his physique to the mannerisms he displays before her. Noble, diplomatic, confident.
Who will go next?
But that is all forgotten when he calls.
A confident yearling—his warm but vibrant coat shimmering in sunrays that trickle between branches—approaches. By the time she has risen her head to view his company, he has stopped. Respectful. Dutiful.
“Hey,” is what she is able to muster back. Perhaps a year ago the company of a child would have been refreshing, but now it just reminds her of Kalil.
The child is forward and despite the inner turmoil Ruth feels, a slight tug at the corners of her mouth. She almost feels her heart thaw, the warmth returning momentarily before being whisked away by cold winds.
“You cannot I am sure,” a nonchalant shrug rolls almost as passively as the hawk scouting overhead, un-casually casual. There is a minute or two where silence bestows them before our golden doe is able to find a few more words, “you look familiar.”
And it’s true, he does. From the soft curve of his physique to the mannerisms he displays before her. Noble, diplomatic, confident.
Ruthless
father x mother or rank