04-25-2016, 08:36 AM
rise and rise again until lambs become lions
The much bigger man comes off as much more helpful to her as he is honestly trying to be. Children’s eyes have a way of skewing the world and the people in it, thus the magic of a child’s innocence. Isn’t that something? Issa is no different, fresh to the world as she is, all she knows is that Mother is gone. This man is here, this dark friend who speaks his name as Rhonan, who helps her and finds her thus subtracting loneliness from the equation. Father is somewhere apparently and he is called Flamevein but where the man hides it is uncertain.
Her tiny ears fall flat, splaying outwardly as she sulks at the news. ‘He’s almost never around.’ Had momma left her here to be with Papa or to be alone? The little anglo was beginning to think the later might be a possibility but Mother had not succeeded. She was not alone at all, she was with this man, this Rhonan.
Certainty fills her when he speaks, calmness finds her in his words and her sulky disposition ignites with hope. It ignites physically as well, licking flames up her legs as her mood and spirits lift. Safe here. He said she was safe here and she believed him. “Safe with you right Rhonan?” The question is hopeful and demanding all at once and within the space of a breath she is moving towards him, tiny tail wiggling. The fire dims and subsides and part of her is reluctant to let it go, but he is night and shadow and in a way so is she. At least superficially. Dark skin paints her delicate new body, traceless and unassuming, deep like shadow. Inside she is day, she is life and burning fire but the time to know this was yet to come.
For now not being left to the shadows was enough. For now companionship, even the most begrudging kind, was preferable to enduring the endless darkness alone.
Issa
Phoenix shifting daughter of Flamevein and Bitch