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Geneva's ears lay flat against her head as she moved swiftly in her Optime form. Lime green eyes blinked rain out of her face as she hunched into herself. It had been foolish of her to venture out in midday, when clouds had crowded the sky. But the gray wolfess had felt the need to visit Savina. The dark furred fey had been in her thoughts a lot lately. She had felt a yearning in her heart that day, a spot of warmth on an otherwise cold day as she thought of her friend. It hadn't been very long since she had seen her, but it felt like lifetimes anyway.
She missed the way the light flashed in her emerald green eyes when she spoke of her future, how her words would speed up as her excitement sparked. Little miracles were all around, if only Geneva could take a step back and take the chance to enjoy them. She was looking forward to meeting Savina and Kansas' children. She loved children so much. And she hoped that Savina's pregnancy would work out, unlike her own.
She still felt the slightest ache if she dwelled too long on thoughts like that. Haven and Mati had helped to fill a void she didn't know she had in Crimson Dreams. In Phoenix Valley, she had begun to feel that hole in her heart again. But the world had changed once more when she had laid eyes on Addison. After the initial shock and terror of walking the tight rope of a path at the Quarry, she had finally felt her heart turn at the sight of the girl. And it seemed that the one-eyed Patriarch had taken the girl as her own. She had to hide a smile despite her dissatisfaction with the rain. It seemed there was a way to reach him after all.
Her eyes flicked to the light coming from the window of the ranch house. She picked up her pace, running to the door and opening it with a slight creak. She shook herself slightly coming fingers through her short hair, moving it out of her eyes. She entered the ranch, immediately feeling some warmth already. She unfolded her arm, looking down at the book she had been carrying with her.
It was a bright purple book, slightly worn with blank lined pages. She had wanted to go find Savina and write down the names she had in mind for her pups. She was brought up short when she heard deep, even breathing. Raising her eyes, she saw Jefferson in a rocking chair. She had to blink to be sure she was seeing straight. But there he was, a vision of peace as he exhaled gently. She gazed in wonder at the man.
This wasn't something she would have expected. Another side of him. Or perhaps not another side at all. Maybe this was him without the barrier he felt he needed to erect when others were around. He was unguarded now. She shook her head and stretched out on the floor a few feet from the rocking chair, sharing the warmth of the fire with the unknowing Patriarch. After looking at him for a moment more, she flipped the book open, pulled out a pen, and began to write in silence.
She missed the way the light flashed in her emerald green eyes when she spoke of her future, how her words would speed up as her excitement sparked. Little miracles were all around, if only Geneva could take a step back and take the chance to enjoy them. She was looking forward to meeting Savina and Kansas' children. She loved children so much. And she hoped that Savina's pregnancy would work out, unlike her own.
She still felt the slightest ache if she dwelled too long on thoughts like that. Haven and Mati had helped to fill a void she didn't know she had in Crimson Dreams. In Phoenix Valley, she had begun to feel that hole in her heart again. But the world had changed once more when she had laid eyes on Addison. After the initial shock and terror of walking the tight rope of a path at the Quarry, she had finally felt her heart turn at the sight of the girl. And it seemed that the one-eyed Patriarch had taken the girl as her own. She had to hide a smile despite her dissatisfaction with the rain. It seemed there was a way to reach him after all.
Her eyes flicked to the light coming from the window of the ranch house. She picked up her pace, running to the door and opening it with a slight creak. She shook herself slightly coming fingers through her short hair, moving it out of her eyes. She entered the ranch, immediately feeling some warmth already. She unfolded her arm, looking down at the book she had been carrying with her.
It was a bright purple book, slightly worn with blank lined pages. She had wanted to go find Savina and write down the names she had in mind for her pups. She was brought up short when she heard deep, even breathing. Raising her eyes, she saw Jefferson in a rocking chair. She had to blink to be sure she was seeing straight. But there he was, a vision of peace as he exhaled gently. She gazed in wonder at the man.
This wasn't something she would have expected. Another side of him. Or perhaps not another side at all. Maybe this was him without the barrier he felt he needed to erect when others were around. He was unguarded now. She shook her head and stretched out on the floor a few feet from the rocking chair, sharing the warmth of the fire with the unknowing Patriarch. After looking at him for a moment more, she flipped the book open, pulled out a pen, and began to write in silence.