O: Pretty song.
WC: 763
Fireflies danced 'round her wind-swept body, carried upon the soft, warm zephyr. Yet another herald to the coming of spring. The warm nights and bright days of spring, camaraderie with friends and strangers alike to enjoy the beauty of the greenness soon to descend upon them. Spring meant new beginnings, new friends, a new year. A sense of being ready. Nothing could have held her to the Chien Hotel... even that for which she prepared. These past couple of months had been devoted to preparation, completion of a confidence she needed to face the cobalt and slate boy before her now.
She had taken all he ever told her to heart, found ways to change herself to fit him still better. The complementary pair of in the clouds and on the ground... she had risen to meet him more than halfway, standing high upon her hind limbs, fores reaching into the air alongside her face. But was it high enough to touch the skies? Either way, she needed to find out... she wanted to make sure she could reach far enough. Because for him to meet her, he would have to fall... and she wanted anything but.
Sylvie's smile grew ever wider as violet-spun orbs took in the slight quiver to Caillen's body, his non-verbal response to her familiar hark of his name. Was he truly so happy to see her, he could not stay still? How he chose to express himself in such unusual ways... it was something natural only to the handsome young hybrid. He was so wonderful, so sweet and innocent... she had finally come to terms with this. Not everyone had a terrible life, nor did they want to compare scars... they all wanted to be what Caillen was. Free of all those troubles... she had envied him for so long for this... but now she knew how to handle it. She had matured, shifted, grown. Sylvie wanted to be there for her closest friend of all time... and now she finally was able. And so...
But then came his response.
There was no goofy smile to welcome her return, no clumsy gallop, no childish re-union. His voice was cold, hurt... laced with levels of pain that Sylvie couldn't get over. A shiver shot down her spine, and could she have, her soft, wild fur probably would have turned white. Oh no... They had met in the middle.
Dancing moon-glow eyes widened in surprise while her heart tore and her smile faded into a quiet line. Did he no longer enjoy her company? Had she said something wrong? Surely that song was not the best choice for their situation...? Nay, had she had changed too much for him? Was she too wild, too much what he had tried to instill in her? Or had... had she finally left him behind too many times...? Her body wanted to run, but her mind rooted her ever grounded paws to their spot. What... why...? He had fallen.
The soft-spoken, violet-gazed truth seeker... she had found the truths she needed to understand him better playing at a soft gypsy... but it was not enough. She did not know how to react to only two simple words, one phrase of greeting... because they were laced with something she had heard in her own voice too often before. What had happened to her lovely dreamer? And... had she caused it? Did I... did I hurt him... though I tried not to? Did she drag him down?
Cream maw turned to one side, glinting amethyst gems brimming with something other than the fiery lights of stars, the playful bounce of glow-flies. Tears slowly were coming, welling out of ducts that had been dry for so long. She was hit with the painful realization of something she had somehow known all along. Caillen... He was the thunder to her lightning. The story to her act. The song to her dance. He completed her in manners that Sylvie couldn't grasp. Caillen... What had she done?
Finally, the sun completely faded, dying out, extinguishing its once happy light to all who watched or once watched it... hiding the few tears that left glowing moon-spun gems as she glanced towards her now darkened knight, unable to keep her gaze from him for too long despite her will to hide. Those animated sky-blue eyes... what did they see now? She saw cowardice, pain, those terrible days in Florida when her parents decided they no longer loved her. Her voice quivered slightly, that soft french accent all but gone.
"I'm sorry, Caillen..."
She wasn't ready to see him again after all.
Talk. Think. Walk.
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