Post by peachbug on May 17, 2009 23:00:26 GMT -6
Evenstar beamed at Silent. *Come on then. It would be wonderful if we could bring back something large enough for all of us.* She walked towards a deeper patch of wood, her hand at Farpace's scruff. **You'll do fine, Silent. It feels right for a hunt.** She locksent without looking back, pressing her genuine meaning into the words and feelings.
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Softling tilted her head like a new cubling, uncomfortable with Whirlwind's confession, but feeling something else as well. Softling had no lovemates at the old holt, and she missed her father Flintfire, but hadn't thought about his absence, trying to keep her mind in the Now. She had come because he wanted it, and she had her Snapbone. She really hadn't left that much.
Hadn't Whirlwind come for Stormfire's sake, or something to that? She had come with someone she loved, but not everyone. Softling hadn't really considered the reasons for her tribemate's choices, or everything they'd left behind. What was the right thing to say?
"I'm sorry." Softling tried to press her genuine-ness into the words, but it was more difficult than with a sending. Oh, she sounded silly. "Are you going to go back?" The tracker was surprised at the leap in her heart at the words. She didn't want Whirlwind to be sad, but she didn't want her to leave them.
**I'm not mad, but I'm still scared that we left.** She locksent quickly, half-regretting the melding emotions that went with it.
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Softling tilted her head like a new cubling, uncomfortable with Whirlwind's confession, but feeling something else as well. Softling had no lovemates at the old holt, and she missed her father Flintfire, but hadn't thought about his absence, trying to keep her mind in the Now. She had come because he wanted it, and she had her Snapbone. She really hadn't left that much.
Hadn't Whirlwind come for Stormfire's sake, or something to that? She had come with someone she loved, but not everyone. Softling hadn't really considered the reasons for her tribemate's choices, or everything they'd left behind. What was the right thing to say?
"I'm sorry." Softling tried to press her genuine-ness into the words, but it was more difficult than with a sending. Oh, she sounded silly. "Are you going to go back?" The tracker was surprised at the leap in her heart at the words. She didn't want Whirlwind to be sad, but she didn't want her to leave them.
**I'm not mad, but I'm still scared that we left.** She locksent quickly, half-regretting the melding emotions that went with it.