08-13-2010, 05:14 PM
Pripyat's responses indicated what Geneva would have expected. He loved Raven Beacon, and she did too. It had been a stronghold for just the two of them, their own little place in the world. It made sense that Pripyat would want to stay. But it was too far removed from everything. That aspect of the light house had served its purpose in the beginning. Two months ago, being isolated had seemed like the safest choice to Geneva. But now, as Pripyat grew more and more mobile, it would be better for him to be surrounded by his pack mates and to be around his father.
When Pripyat asked if Jefferson could come live with them instead, Geneva was both relieved and just a bit sorrowful. It was obvious that he did not want to leave here, at least not just yet. But it was also a good sign that he was not opposed to living with Jefferson. Although from the weight of Pripyat's regard, Geneva did not know whether he was requesting this simply for the pleasure of his father's company or because it was apparent that Geneva missed wanted to live with him. Despite his youth, there were depths to her son that astounded her. Her child, although bold in his curiosity and disposed to wandering despite her wishes, was not an egocentric thinker.
"Your father is very important to our pack," Geneva explained. "He has to stay closer to all the others who live here. He protects them and leads them, and helps them live safely." If it was just the three of them, she would have loved to retreat to the sanctuary of the light house together. But they were only part of the equation. "There are others who live in Phoenix Valley. Do you remember Xeris? She and her mate, Pendzez, live close to your father. And once, I used to help lead Phoenix Valley too." Geneva bent forward to nuzzle her son affectionately. "We won't leave until we're ready, both of us. But there's so much else of our home for you to see, and we can always come back here, always."
When Pripyat asked if Jefferson could come live with them instead, Geneva was both relieved and just a bit sorrowful. It was obvious that he did not want to leave here, at least not just yet. But it was also a good sign that he was not opposed to living with Jefferson. Although from the weight of Pripyat's regard, Geneva did not know whether he was requesting this simply for the pleasure of his father's company or because it was apparent that Geneva missed wanted to live with him. Despite his youth, there were depths to her son that astounded her. Her child, although bold in his curiosity and disposed to wandering despite her wishes, was not an egocentric thinker.
"Your father is very important to our pack," Geneva explained. "He has to stay closer to all the others who live here. He protects them and leads them, and helps them live safely." If it was just the three of them, she would have loved to retreat to the sanctuary of the light house together. But they were only part of the equation. "There are others who live in Phoenix Valley. Do you remember Xeris? She and her mate, Pendzez, live close to your father. And once, I used to help lead Phoenix Valley too." Geneva bent forward to nuzzle her son affectionately. "We won't leave until we're ready, both of us. But there's so much else of our home for you to see, and we can always come back here, always."