Blackfoot Forest may the light guide me

Slowly his smile took on a more honest edge, softening and reaching deep into his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he turned his head slightly, avoiding her gaze as he thought of the one fitting such a description. “You seek you second half.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. He knew what she was looking for, as he himself had found it and perceived to have lost it.

“When you find them,” Siarut continued, when not if, “,tell them what they mean to you. Every day.” Returning olive orbs on the pale woman, he offered her a piece of his soul. His only worthwhile advice. “Because you never know what you might lose them.” He probably sounded like a rambling fool, but he could never describe the agony that followed when Nanook had died. And he wouldn’t wish that kind of pain on anyone, especially one as kind as Heloise.

“That is the only advice I can give to a kind hearted traveler such as yourself.” For once in a long time, he felt as if he perhaps had made himself a worth friend.