06-29-2009, 11:24 PM
Anya's dreams were tainted with the fever. She cried out in horror at several points, but sank deeper into her subconscious to drown out the misery. It was bad enough that she had had to watch her brother be torn to bits, but to see her mother? Her mother had stood by and done nothing. Anya had sworn to herself that she would not treat her pups like that, if and when she had them.
As she drifted back to the surface of reality, Anya noticed the scent of smoke. It made her think of the days when her mother had lain next to the pups, comfrting them in their terror of the world. Thinking of her mother made her throat swell up with unwanted tears, and she swallowed thickly. As she did so, Anya gasped. By all the stars, that hurt! (I must have caught a cold. Wonderful, just wonderful.)
The fire crackled beside her, and Anya deigned it fairly safe to open her eyes....only to find herself being watched very intently.
She cleared her throat. "I suppose thanks is in order. Thank you for what you have done..."
As she drifted back to the surface of reality, Anya noticed the scent of smoke. It made her think of the days when her mother had lain next to the pups, comfrting them in their terror of the world. Thinking of her mother made her throat swell up with unwanted tears, and she swallowed thickly. As she did so, Anya gasped. By all the stars, that hurt! (I must have caught a cold. Wonderful, just wonderful.)
The fire crackled beside her, and Anya deigned it fairly safe to open her eyes....only to find herself being watched very intently.
She cleared her throat. "I suppose thanks is in order. Thank you for what you have done..."