on empty rings around the sun
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Geneva remembered the sun, but the memory was more cerebral than sensory. With this in mind, the gray colored female ventured out into more common pack territories. She was venturing away from her current "home" of Raven Beacon, the light house at Phoenix Valley's shoreline. She was slowly progressing toward the idea that she could re-assimilate herself into some parts of the life she had lead prior to the birth of her son. Her hesitance had as much to do with her own insecurities and heartache as with her concern over her son's safety. She supposed that she was being overprotective, but there was nothing more precious to her than her blue-eyed boy.

Pripyat was no longer her well guarded secret. Her son had met his one-eyed father, and while that had not gone perfectly, it hadn't been terrible either. And another pack mate, Xeris, had already made his acquaintance. Her son was the best of both Jefferson and herself. He had his father's stern mien and courage, both which had to be part of his genetically inherited temperament. She saw herself in the way he proceeded with every step with a sense of curiosity, but where hers stemmed from cautiousness, his came from the joy of discovering and uncovering everything there was to learn about the abundance of life surrounding him. Geneva crept quietly around the edges of life, and Pripyat took the more direct route. That both thrilled and terrified her.

The Whilom proceeded to the twin lakes in the center of the territory, keen on scouting out places she might be able to show Pripyat. Although she had never really spent much time here, it was good to be closer to the "home" she had known before, in a time when she had been maddeningly and unquestioningly in love with Jefferson and free of fear.


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