She was right. Chasing them would do little to improve their situation if Enya wasn't able to control the beast, and Caedwyn didn't want to make things worse by persuing aimlessly. That's when mistakes happened. The sooner the buck calmed himself, perhaps the deer would come to his senses and allow Enya to reconnect their bond. It was wishful thinking but Caedwyn didn't know what else to do. His brow had furrowed in troubled thinking when Enya asked him a surprising question. Soft? Weak of Will? Caedwyn's face became visibly confused. How could she think that? What about this situation had made her think she'd gone soft? The confusion quickly turned to rejection. Caedwyn was rejecting that notion entirely. "No." He said sharply, lifting his head up and looking directly to her. He may not have had much authority to speak on the subject but his tone left no room for disbelief in what he was saying. She certainly wasn't soft. Well, at least not in the sense that she meant. "You are anything but soft." he continued in an almost scolding way. He meant it to reassure her. How dare she say such things about herself! He took a breath and let his voice settle into a calmer tone. "There is magic in this realm that is beyond our understanding. That has nothing to do with your Will or mine or even Buck's - if deer have such things. There's something at work here beyond our control. You can't blame yourself for that... The fact Buck is here at all proves it. Some part of your bond to him must have summoned him." Caedwyn finally let out a sigh, letting go of the last bit of sharp energy he'd held and leaned in toward Enya, pushing his nose gently under he chin. The touch was small, not wanting to aggravate any of her wounds. --- 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