09-22-2010, 01:58 AM
Yes, lets do this! Love you too.
The first summer of Pripyat's life was rapidly drawing to a close. Bit by bit, she stopped holding her breath. As a mother, she had not failed thus far. Her blue eyed boy was flourishing with Phoenix Valley, slowly stretching his wings aand discovering new things about life and about himself. Geneva did not think that she was physically capable of being any prouder of him than she already was. In her eyes, Pripyat was nothing short of remarkable, her own little miracle, born of love and in spite of bonds broken.
Geneva had done her own healing, in her own quiet ways, during this idyllic summer. The warm summer months had been a good time to return home. Life was good, food was plentiful, and things were quiet. As Whilom, she still tried to stay active and responsible, both to set an example to Pripyat and to reintegrate herself into the daily grind. However, since she no longer held a real leadership position at this time, she had more time to be a mother, and more time to devote to setting things right in her life. For many weeks, she had been looking after the injured girl, Bindu, and she was glad to see how rapidly she was improving.
Summer had also seen the return of Jefferson's adopted daughter. The gray wolfess was grateful for her return. She had not spoken directly to Jefferson about it, but she knew that her once estranged mate was joyful at her return to Phoenix Valley. Jefferson was regaining a family that had been scattered to the winds. When the Whilom happened upon him drowsing by the lakes, she was not at all surprised. She was happy to see that he was at peace enough to do such things. Instead of leaving him to himself, as she had in the last few weeks, she decided to change her course of action. Without much thought or ceremony, the slight wolfess curled her fingers in her long, flowered skirt of the dress that she had recently found in the city and plopped herself into his lap. "Good morning, Patriarch."
The first summer of Pripyat's life was rapidly drawing to a close. Bit by bit, she stopped holding her breath. As a mother, she had not failed thus far. Her blue eyed boy was flourishing with Phoenix Valley, slowly stretching his wings aand discovering new things about life and about himself. Geneva did not think that she was physically capable of being any prouder of him than she already was. In her eyes, Pripyat was nothing short of remarkable, her own little miracle, born of love and in spite of bonds broken.
Geneva had done her own healing, in her own quiet ways, during this idyllic summer. The warm summer months had been a good time to return home. Life was good, food was plentiful, and things were quiet. As Whilom, she still tried to stay active and responsible, both to set an example to Pripyat and to reintegrate herself into the daily grind. However, since she no longer held a real leadership position at this time, she had more time to be a mother, and more time to devote to setting things right in her life. For many weeks, she had been looking after the injured girl, Bindu, and she was glad to see how rapidly she was improving.
Summer had also seen the return of Jefferson's adopted daughter. The gray wolfess was grateful for her return. She had not spoken directly to Jefferson about it, but she knew that her once estranged mate was joyful at her return to Phoenix Valley. Jefferson was regaining a family that had been scattered to the winds. When the Whilom happened upon him drowsing by the lakes, she was not at all surprised. She was happy to see that he was at peace enough to do such things. Instead of leaving him to himself, as she had in the last few weeks, she decided to change her course of action. Without much thought or ceremony, the slight wolfess curled her fingers in her long, flowered skirt of the dress that she had recently found in the city and plopped herself into his lap. "Good morning, Patriarch."