Forgotton, Yet Ever Present

Cwmfen nic Graine · 06-07-2010, 04:08 PM

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I’m so sorry for the wait! OnO Struggling with my muse… Q~Q

A quiet smile moved across the silent lips. The small girl was polite, and the Warrior immediately approved of such courteous behaviour. The timidity of pup was also considered by the female; wolves were timid creatures by nature, and so the girl’s behaviour was not viewed as weak by the woman who fought with aggression. Indeed, Cwmfen herself was a rather timid being in social situations. Certainly this pup would be made timid by meeting a stranger that posed a potential threat. In actuality, while the woaded female praised bold characters, such characters could be in danger. To present a constant challenge spoke of arrogance, and arrogance, with pride, would eventually yield mistake and also death. The Raven Dreamer viewed the entirety of Life as a Battle, and so she tread always with deliberate steps and careful footing. And so, as she watched the young girl react to her, the Warrior was certain that this Dahlian child would be permitted to outlive many. She wondered at the pup’s role within the course of the unfolding Future.

The girl was hungry, and the meat disappeared as the small teeth tore into the warm flesh. But thought seemed to interrupt even the hungry girl’s meal, and a question was raised to the waiting ears of the black wolf. A name… “I’m sure it did,” the alto melody decided quietly, the gentle, accented tones gliding upon the damp air. The woad-marked fae smiled, almost imperceptibly, to offer comfort to the bashful pup. There was nothing of which to be bashful within the Warrior’s presence. “All things within the world have names.” And yet, at once, names did not exist. Life and lives simply existed, and that was enough. Names had been made to better communicate. Specific names, even her own, were adopted by the wolves to mimic the humans. But the Warrior was sure that even the rabbit, a simple prey creature, had a label that could be considered a name. “But a name is just something—a label—given to another so that someone else may recognize it....” The Warrior’s quiet voice fell tranquilly into silence. She wondered what such a thing would signify to the pup.

The white orbs shone with a mild curiosity as her gaze met the ruby eyes.“My name is Cwmfen,” the soft tones offered. “What is yours?” Once, the Warrior would have expected an introduction to be given immediately. But this girl was young and the black wolf was not yet fully re-integrated into pack life. Simply, the Caledonian-Korean was curious as to the bloodline of this girl, and if she knew the wolves that had sired this young pup.

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