02-01-2009, 03:38 PM
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Sometimes Lannen felt like a wide-eyed child again as he took in all the world had to offer. It seemed there were some days when he didn't feel jaded, when he didn't feel the edges of his mistakes pressing so closely upon his choices. Sometimes he felt young again, and new. As if on some days the sunlight could erase the years from him and leave him with all the awe of a child.
The white wolf wasn't naive. He knew that he was a product of his choices. And every day he was closer to making peace with himself. But today was one of those days when he could forget that he had ever erred in judgement, act, or feeling. He had freed himself, at least for the moment, of the things that weighed him down. And now he was new again. And now he could try, fail, and try again.
His wanderings today brought him to a unique place. He recognized it as a place of loss and felt quiet in his soul. Wooden brown eyes fell upon a ghostly figure, but when he blinked again he realized that the figure was no ghost, but a woman with a white pelt. On two legs, he treaded carefully. He didn't mean to intrude upon her solitude, but she seemed alone. Lonely. "They're lovely," Lannen offered in an abnormally hushed voice, looking at her flowers.
The white wolf wasn't naive. He knew that he was a product of his choices. And every day he was closer to making peace with himself. But today was one of those days when he could forget that he had ever erred in judgement, act, or feeling. He had freed himself, at least for the moment, of the things that weighed him down. And now he was new again. And now he could try, fail, and try again.
His wanderings today brought him to a unique place. He recognized it as a place of loss and felt quiet in his soul. Wooden brown eyes fell upon a ghostly figure, but when he blinked again he realized that the figure was no ghost, but a woman with a white pelt. On two legs, he treaded carefully. He didn't mean to intrude upon her solitude, but she seemed alone. Lonely. "They're lovely," Lannen offered in an abnormally hushed voice, looking at her flowers.