08-29-2009, 04:09 PM
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Catalyst. Yes Catalyst had stayed. For now. Cercelee and the little white child had grown close, just like mother and daughter, but always closer than mother and daughter were sisters and brothers and Cercelee did not think that the ivory pup would choose her over her siblings. Once she got lonely enough for them, perhaps wondering what their biological mother was like when the others knew, since they were now with her, she might leave too. Cercelee was preparing for it. In fact, when the time came she wouldn’t mourn because as it was she included Catalyst in the list of the lost.
The caressing of the male was almost hypnotic, and she left her soft sobs die away as he rubbed her back, up and down, like a parent comforting a child. They were about that size in difference now, he a forty year old man and she a five year old child. Yet it was only in size, for mentally they were equals, emotionally as well, if not Cercelee a little more mature and Slay, as most men, a little stunted in that area. Yet he was doing fine now, comforting her, showing compassion, though he had for so long been absent. He apologized and Cercelee forgave him, but she had to wonder, would a emotionally mature male have let that happen in the first place?
Cercelee allowed herself to be gathered back up against him, and she listened to his words, not quite sure if they were the truth. Sure, they perhaps were living in ease speaking their native tongue, with their true mother… but that was the same mother who had abandoned them, and how was Cercelee to know something like that would not happen again? At least they were alive, she knew that much, but if something were to happen… she wouldn’t know for months, maybe never at all. A mother should know those things. A mother would have known those things. "I wasn’t their mother… not really." Her cried had stopped, but the sadness persisted. "I’m not fit to be a mother, that’s better left to Cwmfen… or Firefly even." The first name was spoken with sincerity, for Cercelee never had a doubt Cwmfen would be a fine mother. The last was dripping with cynicism and self-loathing, for even though she was perhaps the most unfit parent, Firefly was more of a mother than she was. Even if neither of them had their children any longer.
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Catalyst. Yes Catalyst had stayed. For now. Cercelee and the little white child had grown close, just like mother and daughter, but always closer than mother and daughter were sisters and brothers and Cercelee did not think that the ivory pup would choose her over her siblings. Once she got lonely enough for them, perhaps wondering what their biological mother was like when the others knew, since they were now with her, she might leave too. Cercelee was preparing for it. In fact, when the time came she wouldn’t mourn because as it was she included Catalyst in the list of the lost.
The caressing of the male was almost hypnotic, and she left her soft sobs die away as he rubbed her back, up and down, like a parent comforting a child. They were about that size in difference now, he a forty year old man and she a five year old child. Yet it was only in size, for mentally they were equals, emotionally as well, if not Cercelee a little more mature and Slay, as most men, a little stunted in that area. Yet he was doing fine now, comforting her, showing compassion, though he had for so long been absent. He apologized and Cercelee forgave him, but she had to wonder, would a emotionally mature male have let that happen in the first place?
Cercelee allowed herself to be gathered back up against him, and she listened to his words, not quite sure if they were the truth. Sure, they perhaps were living in ease speaking their native tongue, with their true mother… but that was the same mother who had abandoned them, and how was Cercelee to know something like that would not happen again? At least they were alive, she knew that much, but if something were to happen… she wouldn’t know for months, maybe never at all. A mother should know those things. A mother would have known those things. "I wasn’t their mother… not really." Her cried had stopped, but the sadness persisted. "I’m not fit to be a mother, that’s better left to Cwmfen… or Firefly even." The first name was spoken with sincerity, for Cercelee never had a doubt Cwmfen would be a fine mother. The last was dripping with cynicism and self-loathing, for even though she was perhaps the most unfit parent, Firefly was more of a mother than she was. Even if neither of them had their children any longer.
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