land over land
creeping and crawling
creeping and crawling
Wren’s steps carried a quiet urgency, though she tried not to let it show. Excitement fluttered beneath her ribs. She had gotten word that Colt had returned, and she was desperate to see her. There were several reasons, but one reason lay quite heavy on the girl's heart.
The image of the ranch lingered, heavy and unrelenting in her mind. Wren knew that kind of loss. Not in the same shape, not in the same details, but in the way it hollowed something out inside you and left it echoing. Stormbreak had not burned, but it had been broken all the same.
She swallowed against the ache rising in her throat, and kept walking, holding both feelings at once, the fragile hope of what lay ahead, and the weight of what had been left behind, determined, at the very least, to bring warmth with her when she arrived.
The image of the ranch lingered, heavy and unrelenting in her mind. Wren knew that kind of loss. Not in the same shape, not in the same details, but in the way it hollowed something out inside you and left it echoing. Stormbreak had not burned, but it had been broken all the same.
She swallowed against the ache rising in her throat, and kept walking, holding both feelings at once, the fragile hope of what lay ahead, and the weight of what had been left behind, determined, at the very least, to bring warmth with her when she arrived.
like the sea over sand
still I follow heartlines on your hand
still I follow heartlines on your hand
Wren
