Panic and Tears

Ralla · 03-16-2011, 08:47 PM

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LAAATTTEEEE DX

With a grin she watched as the pup did as most pups were especially good at--being cute--momentarilly forgetting the fright Saphrina had had. But with a few more stirs to the pot Ralla ceased the stirring and feeding of the tinder to let the contents simmer for a few minutes, rising from her crouching position to walk over to Saphrina as she told her story. The mere thought that a father could tell his child that she was a bad omen was terrible enough; she had heard many similar stories. Where Ralla was born, it was never up to the parents to tell their family such things; it was the Shaman's; what was supposed to be her duty to do. And in the end, Ralla had already carried out such duties in AniWaya and Nova Scotia; telling Alaine of her miscarriage, Ember's pups... It all seemed to center on children and death. For reasons she could not fathom, the Great Spirits and moon did not often send her good omens. Maybe because, when the good things come, they are all the more happy for being a surprise? She would have to be satisfied with the explanation, for there was no other to tell her other than the sources of her visions, and they had already proven silent to anything they did not wish to share.

She wondered if Saphrina knew the full magnitude and meaning of half the words she said. They were all so violent--far beyond what a pup her age should even say--and it made Ralla's stomach twist in sickness at the warped nature of her biological father. Close to tears, Saphrina looked as helpless as Ralla had first seen her on the night she had her terrible nightmare. She went over and cupped Saphrina's cheeks, smiling, looking into her good eye with her two forest green ones. "Of course not," she cooed to Saphrina, petting her head in soothing strokes. "I and no one here would ever hurt you. There's nothing to fear anymore." In Saphrina Ralla saw much; pain, innocence, longing, and a power. Each and every wolf had power, but what it was shaped into was difficult to tell until they themselves at least had an inkling to it as well. Still so young, Saphrina was unreadable in that particular aspect, although all else was laid bare in her unguarded virtue. She could smell the stew vividly now--or, rather, more so than before--and she could hear Saphrina's stomach growl in protest to not having yet been fed. She giggled at the sound and went to fetch a bowl for Saphrina to eat from, finding one and scooping the stew into it, blowing over it gently so she wouldn't burn her tongue. Likewise she did the same for herself, although Ralla sipped at it instead of ate like Saphrina had to in her lupus form.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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