07-22-2010, 12:05 AM
Geneva rarely ventured far from the shore since her son had been born. But slowly, Pripyat was beginning to grow. His personality was forming, and he seemed to get a little bigger every time Geneva blinked. She could hardly believe how quickly he was growing. He was her fascination, her wonder. She lived and breathed his life and wanted him to grow happily and healthily. It was that desire that consumed her now, and motivated her every waking thought. This concept even invaded her dreams. Her son, in her eyes, was perfection - a blessing she had not thought she would ever behold. She treasured every minute with him.
But, as Pripyat grew older, he was also beginning to assert himself. As the days passed in rapid succession, he began venturing off on his own and seeking independence bit by bit. He was not a momma's boy by any stretch of the imagination, although it was plain to see that he loved her very much. Still, Geneva gave him a little bit of the space he craved. He always came home to her. Home these days was the light house, and while it had kept him busy for a while, now the great outdoors and the enigma that was his father beckoned his attentions. Geneva could understand the drive of curiosity, but she hated to let go.
She had decided to begrudgingly give Pripyat some of the space to explore that he so craved, but she made certain that she was in the general area. Pripyat was intelligent enough to call her if there was any danger. And now that Jefferson was back out and about, Geneva was certain that he tirelessly patrolled the borders. She felt a little secure, although unsure of her decision. It was not long before she crossed paths with the ebony female from the allianced pack. Ember inspired a smile from Geneva, and it was something to consider, given that the only other being she had smiled for in a long time had been her son. Her smile began to wilt around the edges as she saw the troubled look on her friend and ally's face. "Ember, is everything ok?" she asked as she approached the femme.
But, as Pripyat grew older, he was also beginning to assert himself. As the days passed in rapid succession, he began venturing off on his own and seeking independence bit by bit. He was not a momma's boy by any stretch of the imagination, although it was plain to see that he loved her very much. Still, Geneva gave him a little bit of the space he craved. He always came home to her. Home these days was the light house, and while it had kept him busy for a while, now the great outdoors and the enigma that was his father beckoned his attentions. Geneva could understand the drive of curiosity, but she hated to let go.
She had decided to begrudgingly give Pripyat some of the space to explore that he so craved, but she made certain that she was in the general area. Pripyat was intelligent enough to call her if there was any danger. And now that Jefferson was back out and about, Geneva was certain that he tirelessly patrolled the borders. She felt a little secure, although unsure of her decision. It was not long before she crossed paths with the ebony female from the allianced pack. Ember inspired a smile from Geneva, and it was something to consider, given that the only other being she had smiled for in a long time had been her son. Her smile began to wilt around the edges as she saw the troubled look on her friend and ally's face. "Ember, is everything ok?" she asked as she approached the femme.