June 16, 2018, 12:46 AM
`Io’s Starshine listened and watched with rapt attention, tufted ears canted forward upon her gently sloping skull and brow just slightly furrowed with an expression of eloquent concern. She felt her kinship with the largely nonverbal female deepen at mention of her mother, but to have lost a relationship with her littermate in the same way? It was heartbreaking. She tried but could not fathom the thought of Amoxtli ever abandoning her — they were too close for that, no matter how much distance separated them now. Seelie’s loyalty to her twin was indelible and endless, and she was incapable of believing the feeling was anything but utterly reciprocal. A smile played about her lips at mention of Moorhen — her lamb! (she tried and failed to suppress a stab of possessiveness) — but her mirthful expression faded quickly with every new wound `Io opened for her inspection.
The selkie’s daughter was a healer, but not even she could mend wounds as deep and festering as these. She felt `Io’s pain as her own pain, her empathic nature borrowing and borrowing until she herself felt bruised and broken. The blue-black velveteen of her cheeks was damp with tears by the time the coal-pointed raven slammed to a stop and openly wept. At a loss, she shook her head. She parceled out her words with meticulous care. “I do not know this,” she admitted helplessly. “This warred. Word.” Despite the pain, both actual and borrowed, that pulled at every muscle, Seelie rose to her feet and stood protectively over her raven, preening at the soft fur between her ears. “Peace be, `Io,” she whispered softly, nibbling tenderly at one elongated pinna. “Good girl. Good mama.” If the word in question meant something bad, Seelie knew there was no way it could fit.
`Io seemed unable to reply with anything but the harsh wrack of her sobs, and the sheepdog kept a silent vigil as day turned to night and night turned to morning. She bathed the other female’s tearstained face and whispered kindnesses until the sun rose and they went their separate ways.
The selkie’s daughter was a healer, but not even she could mend wounds as deep and festering as these. She felt `Io’s pain as her own pain, her empathic nature borrowing and borrowing until she herself felt bruised and broken. The blue-black velveteen of her cheeks was damp with tears by the time the coal-pointed raven slammed to a stop and openly wept. At a loss, she shook her head. She parceled out her words with meticulous care. “I do not know this,” she admitted helplessly. “This warred. Word.” Despite the pain, both actual and borrowed, that pulled at every muscle, Seelie rose to her feet and stood protectively over her raven, preening at the soft fur between her ears. “Peace be, `Io,” she whispered softly, nibbling tenderly at one elongated pinna. “Good girl. Good mama.” If the word in question meant something bad, Seelie knew there was no way it could fit.
`Io seemed unable to reply with anything but the harsh wrack of her sobs, and the sheepdog kept a silent vigil as day turned to night and night turned to morning. She bathed the other female’s tearstained face and whispered kindnesses until the sun rose and they went their separate ways.
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