She laughed, bright and merry after all the calamities faced, the relief billowing out in waves of enthusiasm and ebullience. The merciless wakes faded away for gold and pathways of secured bonds, tassels tied together in knots and selfless efforts. Mittens crooned from somewhere, hovering nearby, and she shook her head, following the long strides and ardent pace, casting her own motions to follow, to glory and sacrifice and the very rapturous nature of gifts granted all over again.
When they rambled back together, she grinned, stopping paces away to watch and grin and sigh like a wistful thing, content. Giving them the space to relive that bond, to feel it whole and together and full once more, she only stepped nearby, hovering on the edges, to provide that backdrop and balance. “Welcome home, Sol,” she crooned in a sweet tone, already digging through her pockets for some treats.
When they rambled back together, she grinned, stopping paces away to watch and grin and sigh like a wistful thing, content. Giving them the space to relive that bond, to feel it whole and together and full once more, she only stepped nearby, hovering on the edges, to provide that backdrop and balance. “Welcome home, Sol,” she crooned in a sweet tone, already digging through her pockets for some treats.
Lena
