A Song on a Silent Night

Neela Garcia · 11-27-2011, 06:05 PM

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Neela is in Optime form. Takes place at night. Fore-Dated to the 7th do December.

Word Count → 543

The fire in-front of Neela popped and crackled as it greedily devoured the twigs and sticks that the canine lazily fed into it. Neela had been spending the day exploring the pack borders when a small shower of snow had come down. While the snow hadn't been severe, it had been enough to throw Neela off the unfamiliar path, and now she was lost.

Rather than flail about in the dark and get herself more lost, Neela had settled for the night, resolving to have Grynn scout out the way back to the Ichikan territory in the morning. Deciding to make herself comfortable for the night Neela had set up a fire and begun roasting some fish she had caught earlier on it, the thick smell spreading through the still air as they cooked.. The fish were small and she probably could have done better hunting something on land, but fish were familiar food and a bit of familiarity was comforting with all the changes in her life recently.

However Neela's mind was currently very far away from the familiarity of the fish, and was instead focused firmly on a small silver locket that lay in the palm of her hand. The locket was shaped like an oval and about the size of an egg, an old human piece of jewellery that opened up. It also had an attached chain, though it was important enough that Neela never wore it around her neck, keeping it safe inside a compartment on her belt.

Inside the small locket was an expertly done miniature portrait, showing herself standing in Optime form alongside a light coloured grey wolf, Julian. Neela hadn't meant to get the locket out, she had been searching through her pouch for a small penknife that she kept there, intending to continue her disastrous attempts to teach herself carving that she had taken up recently, when her hand had brushed the locket.

So caught up in her thoughts was Neela, that she didn’t notice as Grynn, who had been perched beside her on the log she was sitting on, suddenly flew off, fluttering towards the shadows just out of the reach of the light from Neela's fire, heading towards some rustling that only the small bird had noticed.

Unwillingly, Neela tore her eyes away from the locket. Unwilling to actually put the small object away she instead looped the chain around an overhanging branch, leaving the locket hanging there, glistening in the firelight. Despite her best efforts to try and live a normal life now Neela wasn't having much luck, and in this half-lit clearing, emotionally drained from encountering the locket and physically drained from the constant nightmares from which she still suffered, it was easy to feel like she would spend the rest of her life like this, constantly regretting her every action.

With a sigh Neela picked up her guitar, intending to try and distract herself until she felt tired enough to sleep. However her heart wasn;t entirely in it, wand it was audible. The few notes that drifted out into the night air were quiet and half-hearted. After trying and failing to get a tune going several times Neela gave up and just sat back, her head backward and neck bared, and just sighed unhappily.

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