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POSTED: Sun Apr 03, 2016 9:14 pm

Everything I see returns to you somehow
1019 Dated April 1st! Wee! A lot is from Caoba's perspective. Wasn't sure if this goes here or Canon Lasky, but I'll move it if it's in the wrong spot. :)

Out back, they shared a smoke and roasted fish when the children had finally fallen asleep. They watched the sun fall for the first time, and didn't mind the way it lit up the horizon and streaked the world in red. That was the natural course of things; they didn't mind at all.

Nights in Fiskebyn had lulled slowly back into peace, like the ocean following a storm. It murmured and sighed with footsteps heading home and laughter dimming in the faraway cabins, the winds welled with the smell of dinner fires and the wood off the trees, the dampness of the lake. Caoba didn't much like the tobacco but Semini sometimes did, and together it tasted better than it did alone. The grass was warm and not yet made brittle by summer's hot air, and comfortably they laid out, talking and laughing and drinking the deep wine of night.

When it was late enough, Semini stretched upwards and made a deal of yawning to announce her intentions. Caoba chuckled and picked the grass from her revealed back, mumbling something off in Spanish.

When is Nikita come to be with you? she said, this time in the common tongue. The wolfdog combed her fingers through her milky hair as she thought. When she rolled her shoulders and gave a coward's smile, Caoba made a noise from her chest and began ripping up grass and pelting her with it. Semini laughed and climbed to her feet, breathless as she said, Why ruin a good thing?

They matched each other eye for eye. Caoba suddenly scoffed and shook her thick muzzle. This is running, she warned, Run too much, you leave everything behind. She looked pointedly at the cabin and jerked her chin up. Sleep now. I will stay out and do watch, she waved her hand at the sky.

The wolfdog wavered uncertainly for a moment, and then she quietly acquiesced. Caoba listened for the creak of the cabin door, and the groan of the floorboards as the selkie slipped into her skin and curled to sleep with her pups.

Settling into her solitude, the dog thought at first about Semini and the father of her children, and how the separation was still odd to her Robles sensibilities of family and togetherness, and then decided that she would rather think of other things. The red star gleamed bright across the sky, and she watched it as her thoughts wandered and went.

Then it was too bright, bright enough to make her sit up, and then brighter still to make her stand. Her mouth fell open when the red became a fire on the horizon, blazing above the heads of trees. She curled away from the heat that exploded out afterward, and coughed at the smell of her thick pelt crisped behind her hands. The ground pealed with an unearthly noise, and looking up in horror she saw trees begin to collapse.

The tremors came all around. A tree falling nearby reminded her of the strength in her legs, and then she didn't stop moving after that. She ran to the cabin, Semini! she yelled, throwing open the door. The star fell down! It - it fell down, we must go!

She saw them, their eyes already wide and awake, when a horrible splitting sound began above them. Semini was saying something, and pushing something warm and wriggling at her when the sound stopped.

There was a sharp cry.

Mama! One was barking over her shoulder, and the other one, whining, trembling, was wrapped forcibly in her arms. The quakes didn't let off enough for her to see straight, but she had the two of them, she had them. Mama's still in there. She knew it was Tiamat who spoke this time. She huddled against her neck and shook and shook.

Caoba let them down into the scorched grass, muttering words of Spanish to calm them. She looked around as she ran back toward the cabin, and saw that others had emerged from their homes and were running, shouting. There wasn't enough time to think of the English words to get their attention, and she hoped the children had enough sense to stay put.

She heaved aside the thick beam that had fallen across the doorway, and held an arm to her nose as the dust and dirt flew up. Climbing over the wood of what had been the partition, she saw white hair.


No! Pepper snapped, Steady. Steady. Stea-dy.

The coydog made a gruff noise, and rubbed her thin hands in the bucket of water. Move, move, out of the way. She commanded. Caoba carefully offered the needle and thread back to her, but the healer simply snatched it from her hands and shoved her tiny body between them.

Now you watch. Don't need to know no language to watch, she spat. Her hands worked deftly, weaving together the rest of the wound before she snapped off the twine with her teeth. Normally the old coydog had a certain unsteadiness to her, but when she worked, it vanished.

Caoba thought on this small irony before Pepper whirled around on her, tossing the needle her way and hobbling quickly back to the water, cleansing her hands again. Get the poultice, she said, and then seemingly realizing her error of speaking, made a gesture in the air at the bowl. Poll-tiss, she ground between her teeth.

Caoba frowned, but went dutifully to retrieve it.

It went on this way, until all the treatments were finished.

Semini came to when the morning was halfway done. She wasn't fitful like some others who had awoken to the horror of Pepper's stitch-work, or the ones who had feared the quaking through the night. There was an unnatural calm to the young mother. She felt slowly at her arm, her side, and then gently at the bandaging on her head. Caoba watched her explore these fragments of herself, and when she was ready, she looked up and asked,

Where's my family?

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