07-16-2012, 03:35 PM
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With Amy's affirmation that Mato would be informed, Alastar did utter a small sigh of relief. And though, she knew what a gift was, she could not quite comprehend that she was the gift. She wasn't a gift, she was an Alastar! As Amy drew her close, Alastar still could not force her body to relax. The wolf-dog could hear the larger being's heartbeat; one of the few sounds she found comforting. Her mother let her listen to hers when she had stayed in New Brunswick. If Alastar was upset, or cold, Mato wrapped her in a giant hug and she could hear his. As she closed her eyes and listened to Amy's, the beating of her own slowed, and the apprehension seemed to fade away. Her tail though, for the first time since she'd been with her parents, still remained tight around her belly.
Alastar was calmer, outwardly, but it didn't mean her thoughts were not reeling. If she were to be a gift, she wanted to be a good one, but she hoped that this Amy's son would not be like her father...Alastar liked to see others happy, but she did not like to be ignored. She hoped that maybe this son would not ignore her. Alastar chose to stay quiet, as she had with her parents. Fear still gripped her tiny body firmly, but that did not mean she did not have hope. Mato called that hope naive.
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Alastar
One of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand on our dreams.
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With Amy's affirmation that Mato would be informed, Alastar did utter a small sigh of relief. And though, she knew what a gift was, she could not quite comprehend that she was the gift. She wasn't a gift, she was an Alastar! As Amy drew her close, Alastar still could not force her body to relax. The wolf-dog could hear the larger being's heartbeat; one of the few sounds she found comforting. Her mother let her listen to hers when she had stayed in New Brunswick. If Alastar was upset, or cold, Mato wrapped her in a giant hug and she could hear his. As she closed her eyes and listened to Amy's, the beating of her own slowed, and the apprehension seemed to fade away. Her tail though, for the first time since she'd been with her parents, still remained tight around her belly.
Alastar was calmer, outwardly, but it didn't mean her thoughts were not reeling. If she were to be a gift, she wanted to be a good one, but she hoped that this Amy's son would not be like her father...Alastar liked to see others happy, but she did not like to be ignored. She hoped that maybe this son would not ignore her. Alastar chose to stay quiet, as she had with her parents. Fear still gripped her tiny body firmly, but that did not mean she did not have hope. Mato called that hope naive.
I wish I was strong enough to lift not one, but both of us.
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