all things are possible
even the worst of things
even the worst of things
He cannot possibly know the grief of losing a mother or a father. His own mother is still alive and well, still able to be there for him, to love him, to kick him into shape when he needs it. His father is still the bedrock they all lean upon, still there with strong assurance, still the calm in the storm. He can imagine, but he cannot know. Even so, he shares her grief. He had loved Librette as dearly as he loved any of his family. She had been his first friend, his closest friend. And because Librette had cared for him, because he is their father, he grieves for Covet as well. But he still does not know the grief of losing his parents.
He sees her stumbling blindly through the jungle. She doesn’t notice him. But then, he had been born here. He had spent his formative years stumbling over the same roots and vines that she now stumbles over. With cuts and bruises as his teachers, he had learned how to traverse them. He follows her easily, his large hooves quiet on the thick layer of rotting vegetation that supports its flourishing green descendants.
He doesn’t pause to wonder why she had come here. He knows her well. She believes no one will disturb her here, that no one will see her break down. He also knows she should not be alone in her grief. She might cry a river of tears, but he will always see her strength.
He doesn’t say a word as he approaches her. She is leaning against a massive tree trunk as tears fall freely. His heart breaks for her in that moment. He cannot help but recall their last meeting in this place. The innocent child that she had been, berating him for leaving the Valley. Upset (not that she would have admitted it) that he had left her behind. But she is no longer that child, could never be that child again. That same spirit she had shown then shows now, but some of the innocence has gone. It saddens him that she could not have held onto her childhood for just a little bit longer. Saddens him that he had gotten something she would never have.
Dropping his head over her withers, he presses his muzzle against her neck, warm breath fanning her skin. In this manner, her holds her as she cries, tears pricking his own eyes as he does. He inhales deeply, drawing in her familiar scent. He takes comfort in their embrace, hoping that she can take comfort in it as well. Hoping that she will not pull away from him.
He sees her stumbling blindly through the jungle. She doesn’t notice him. But then, he had been born here. He had spent his formative years stumbling over the same roots and vines that she now stumbles over. With cuts and bruises as his teachers, he had learned how to traverse them. He follows her easily, his large hooves quiet on the thick layer of rotting vegetation that supports its flourishing green descendants.
He doesn’t pause to wonder why she had come here. He knows her well. She believes no one will disturb her here, that no one will see her break down. He also knows she should not be alone in her grief. She might cry a river of tears, but he will always see her strength.
He doesn’t say a word as he approaches her. She is leaning against a massive tree trunk as tears fall freely. His heart breaks for her in that moment. He cannot help but recall their last meeting in this place. The innocent child that she had been, berating him for leaving the Valley. Upset (not that she would have admitted it) that he had left her behind. But she is no longer that child, could never be that child again. That same spirit she had shown then shows now, but some of the innocence has gone. It saddens him that she could not have held onto her childhood for just a little bit longer. Saddens him that he had gotten something she would never have.
Dropping his head over her withers, he presses his muzzle against her neck, warm breath fanning her skin. In this manner, her holds her as she cries, tears pricking his own eyes as he does. He inhales deeply, drawing in her familiar scent. He takes comfort in their embrace, hoping that she can take comfort in it as well. Hoping that she will not pull away from him.
shahrizai