"Yes, to both of your questions." So, he wasn't the only one who reminisced from time to time? His eyes peered over to her, though his head didn't move from its relaxed position on her back. He thought about her words and the impossible, unbelievable story that made up Enya's life. He wondered if one day someone would tell the tale of Enya and they'd be hearing about it when they were old. Of course, someone would have to start by telling it. It would probably be Enya herself who could do that. His maw creased with a smile as he thought about it and imagined Enya standing in front of a crowd, regaling her grand adventures and accomplishments, telling how she'd battled Tsillah and Tsillah had spared her from death. He wanted to see that someday. This was all so new and he had no idea what the future for them held, but he wanted it. His smile relaxed when she spoke of youth, bad choices, and regrets. He hoped this moment wouldn't be one of those moments. He felt a tinge of anxiety deep in his stomach, but the warmth of her against him soothed it and he forgot it almost as quickly as it came on. He should have expected her to ask him the same questions, but somehow he was caught a bit off guard. He had many regrets. "I do," he said, his voice even softer. The thoughts at the front of his mind involved the tumultuous history between himself and Enya. But, even as he regretted the times when they fought, he wondered - Would he have ended up here if not for those moments? So part of him didn't regret it. He wanted this. Even if it meant he had to go through everything to get here. But thinking back, his mind travelled back further in his memories. He tried to find the good memories instead and he found himself going back much further, to his youth. He hadn't had a particularly good childhood. It wasn't bad either though. It just was. "So what kind of childhood did 'Enya Fault' have?" he asked. It may have seemed rather abrupt, but he was genuinely curious as the thought struck him. His thinking of his own childhood reminded him that he knew very little about Enya's life before she had come to Vrolga. It had been so long since they'd first met. He'd recruited her to their pack but he could scarcely recall what they'd talked about that first night. "I don't remember... why was it that you joined Vrolga?" There was a pause and he closed his eyes as he relaxed. "Tell me your story... Enya." --- Speech. |
Muddy River
A wide ravine where a shallow, gentle river flows. Years of drought and silt deposits have built this area into a fertile delta. The river remains low and dry most of the year, staining its waters brown and creating muddy shores.
The Shape of Dreams