Days prior, she had celebrated her faith alongside her mate. She had given herself to her Goddess and felt her presence during the harvest moon. That night, she had dreams. They had come to her in bursts of action - some of them depicting characters she didn't know while others she did. There was life, death, happiness and sorrow in her dreams. Some of them depicted entire scenes, while others were short flashes - only glimpses of the future, past, or present. When she had woke the next day, she had deciphered her dreams as she recalled them, her mind falling again and again on a wolf she hadn't thought of for some time. Lazarus. The green giant who she had at one time thought to pursue. Just the thought of the duel made her smile as she pictured him fleeing from her. At the time, she had been offended, but now it was a fond memory of him. Lazarus was a wolf who had a hard past. Like her, he'd died and been reborn but not in the same way. He had confessed to her many of his heart aches, and she had been there for him as much as she could be as his leader and friend. She used to sometimes wonder what had happened to him but like the rest of her close friends and family, had refused to scry him. When she dreamed, however, she had no control over what she saw. She couldn't help if her visions focused on Lazarus. Only, it wasn't exactly Lazarus that she saw. He certainly looked like him in some aspects, and yet he was different. Colored differently, smaller, and wingless. She would never mistake the skull on his face, however. She had never seen another wolf with a marking alike. She saw him with her, sitting in the very place where Tsillah had shared dreams with her. She needed to return to meet him, she realized, and so she had lingered in the area until it was time. She had wound her way back down into the crater once more, returning to the spot that she and Caedwyn had celebrated Tsillah. There she sat and waited, her nose pointed downwards and her eyes closed with her tail curled about her toes proper. It was nearly time. "Speech." |
[P] Coincidence