CHULANE
why do things happen with no reason or rhyme?
why does it feel like we're running out of time?
why does it feel like we're running out of time?
He took a moment to re-centre himself, similar to the moment Loren had taken in meditation before. He nodded silently to Loren's words, having heard them himself - never spoken to him, but rather he speaking them to others, counselling others who had lost, to were grieving. The vet knew, he knew and yet he could not feel it yet, could not carry this burden with ease yet. The tears would spring up regularly for a while yet, but he would compartmentalise, he would get better at only letting himself feel when the timing was appropriate - he would continue to function as a useful member of Halo, even if none of it felt real anymore.
Rising from his seat, he automatically went to his pocket to then offer a treat to Astra - the motion so familiar he could barely stop it. Before he took the lead, he bent low to offer the luxere some crumbly pieces of the treats he made, even letting a ghost of a smile bend his lips slightly at the familiar gesture.
Then, they were on their way - his current house, granted to him by his place on the council, was still not overly grand, but not as cosy as the cottage he had been in during Deepfrost either. In his current state, he thought it too big - without Kia, there was hardly enough life to make it feel homely, or complete. He sighed, his breath misting in the frigid Halovian air before him as they walked. Looking to Loren, he considered all that the other man had been through - like so many here in Caido, he had weathered so much loss, so much grief, even as recent as the Deepfrost just passed. "Have you seen Korbin much lately?"
Perhaps it was a strange question, but while the boy and Chulane weren't 'friends', Chuy still cared for him, and thought perhaps Loren might know of the raven's whereabouts since the portal opened with the turning of the season.
Rising from his seat, he automatically went to his pocket to then offer a treat to Astra - the motion so familiar he could barely stop it. Before he took the lead, he bent low to offer the luxere some crumbly pieces of the treats he made, even letting a ghost of a smile bend his lips slightly at the familiar gesture.
Then, they were on their way - his current house, granted to him by his place on the council, was still not overly grand, but not as cosy as the cottage he had been in during Deepfrost either. In his current state, he thought it too big - without Kia, there was hardly enough life to make it feel homely, or complete. He sighed, his breath misting in the frigid Halovian air before him as they walked. Looking to Loren, he considered all that the other man had been through - like so many here in Caido, he had weathered so much loss, so much grief, even as recent as the Deepfrost just passed. "Have you seen Korbin much lately?"
Perhaps it was a strange question, but while the boy and Chulane weren't 'friends', Chuy still cared for him, and thought perhaps Loren might know of the raven's whereabouts since the portal opened with the turning of the season.
how do we keep going, through the dark?
why are we here at all, lost in the dark?
why are we here at all, lost in the dark?
