What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
Want is a fickle thing, and that’s why it means so much more. To want someone, alwys, by your side is so much more than to need. She would never choose someone above him. There would be ‘ands’, for her heart was capable of loving more than just him, but it would never diminish his place in her life, the love she has for the only piece of her family she has left. Though she will always encourage him to live his life, to find what he wants, she will cling to him through it all. She will support him through it all. He is hers, and she is his; two pieces of one whole person. There was no other way for them to be.
This time, finally, he hears her. His expression lightens, and she can see it on his face. She knows that face too well for him to hide anything from her. He exhales a breath that sounds as if he’d been holding in for months, or years, and perhaps he has been. A ball of anger and tension, unable to let it all go, to breathe it out and leave it behind. This would not be the end of the problems, but perhaps it was a beginning.
She chuckles as he swipes gore on her nose. There’s a pile of flesh and fur around her feet, and she reaches down, picking some up and throwing it at him. Hey, he started it. She only nods at the mention of half days, entirely fine with whatever he chooses. She’d hired another bartender to fill in when she and Korbin were not there, and also just as another set of hands. They’d need plenty of people, between the kitchen and the bar and the rooms, to keep the Kraai running through Deepfrost. Already it was busy there daily, and the season would only get more boring and brutal.
She gestures to the hide, a question in her gaze, asking if he’s ready to move on to the next step.
This time, finally, he hears her. His expression lightens, and she can see it on his face. She knows that face too well for him to hide anything from her. He exhales a breath that sounds as if he’d been holding in for months, or years, and perhaps he has been. A ball of anger and tension, unable to let it all go, to breathe it out and leave it behind. This would not be the end of the problems, but perhaps it was a beginning.
She chuckles as he swipes gore on her nose. There’s a pile of flesh and fur around her feet, and she reaches down, picking some up and throwing it at him. Hey, he started it. She only nods at the mention of half days, entirely fine with whatever he chooses. She’d hired another bartender to fill in when she and Korbin were not there, and also just as another set of hands. They’d need plenty of people, between the kitchen and the bar and the rooms, to keep the Kraai running through Deepfrost. Already it was busy there daily, and the season would only get more boring and brutal.
She gestures to the hide, a question in her gaze, asking if he’s ready to move on to the next step.
Weaver
