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It had been over a month since Caedwyn had found Enya wandering in the grasslands. It felt like a dream, in the way that dreams felt unreal and fleeting. It felt like this reality might slip from his grasp at any moment. At first he felt as though at any moment he would turn his head and Enya would be gone. Each morning he awoke and would go to find her, wondering if he’d discover that all of this had been a figment of his imagination and that she was never there at all. But every time he sought her out, he would eventually find her again. As the days passed, it felt more and more real. Of course, it wasn’t as though he spent every moment with her. They each had their own things to attend to. He couldn’t help his heart feeling that little flutter of relief when he saw her again. He guiltily wondered whether it was simply the relief of not being alone anymore. Would he feel the same if anyone else had been the one he found? Or was it simply because it was Enya? He had thought about it for many days… perhaps even weeks. It plagued him. And in the end he came to the same conclusion each time. He had left others behind. He’d left Vrolga, where he could have had the company of a pack. And even here in this Realm, it wasn’t as though they were the only wolves. He could have easily enough found company with one of the roamers that passed through. But time and time again he always came back to Enya - even when they had been at odds… even when they had fought and torn each other's flesh. It was as though an invisible thread connected their paths together. His thoughts wandered over this as he found himself meandering the jungle in the afternoon warmth. It was still late winter, but the jungle didn’t suffer from the cold like other types of terrain. Instead the winter brought moist, cool air and lots of rain. It made him think of his birthplace, the Kayok Jungle, and his old pack. There had been so many memories made there. A life had been lived there. It wasn’t long before he came upon Enya’s scent. He’d been looking for her all morning. With his mind still on the memories of the past, his steps picked up with a slight briskness as he searched her out. “Enya? Are you here?” he announced through the thick foliage, as he couldn’t yet see her. “It’s me, Caedwyn.” He pushed forward, shoving thick leaves and branches out of the way. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” |
A Small Flame Burns a Bright Candle