Snowforest Taiga righteous children

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ears press tight to her skull in a hastily covered wince at his shrill plead, breath shuddering free from her wearied vessel as she wondered on what exactly did his dreams consist of. they were peculiar things, dreams, and in her opinion they were not to be trusted. she'd oft been presented with these warped visions of reality, from witnessing butterflies as large as a wolf to nightmarish entities that luckily appeared not to exist in the waking world. it seemed that whoever was in charge of designing the dream state was quite the trickster and had therefore been sated with the control of a world that did not truly exist. so it would therefore make sense that his parents could have been distorted at the mercy of his mind's sleeping projections, or perhaps this teasing image of wolves he could no longer witness in his day to day life was a burden too heavy to bear. her lip found itself between chewing teeth as frustration writhed mercilessly throughout her. it felt as if someone had dropped a mountain of ants upon her and they picked away greedily at her skin as she twisted uselessly. how could she help him when her own thoughts on death were so perverted? she could not accept it as something so two dimensional like so many seemed to and so how on earth would she be of any benefit to alsek? 

"that's not really them in your dreams" she laments meekly, tail flicking at her haunches as she focuses hard on the stray beams of light puncturing the eddying shadows. the subconscious decision being made that there was perhaps no right way to approach such a grievous topic, they could only provide honesty and after that...well it was up to ones own self to come to terms with what exactly the nature of death meant to them she supposed. "dreams aren't real, i don't think anyone really knows what they are but..think of them as stories except they're shown to you as pictures instead" brows furrow, helpless shrug thrown in to conclude that useless confirmation. maybe it would ease his concerns, maybe it would make them worse, she truly hadn't a notion and it makes her head ache. how had her parents done it? how had they always seemed so wise and certain in the face of everything? did you just wake up one day and find your mind stocked with sagacious responses and thoughts to counter everything? or was it all just a mask that naive puppy eyes feasted greedily upon in their worlds of unperturbed bliss?

she looked wholly upon his stygian figure now, almost one with the shadows circling protectively. she'd asked papa what death was when she'd been about his age hadn't she? pain licked hungrily at her heart, fragmented memories prancing across her conscience. after zephyr had killed their younger sibling, a thing she'd never been able to come to terms with despite her love for her silvered brother continuing to burn, she'd posed him with that trembled query. he'd been honest with it, he hadn't tried to sugar coat it but of course, it was easier to speak of such a term when it didn't apply to the child's recently stolen parents.

albeit guiltily, she is oh so glad when the earthen woman speaks up about remedies for dreams before she can even begin to breach the subject. latching onto the chance to postpone the conversation as quickily as a flea catches ahold of its host. eyes widen a little at the offer, enthralled by the idea that such a remedy exists. "you can do that?" she breathes, a little sheepish at her own lack of knowledge in the area. she'd known that healers could use the power granted to certain plants to ease and heal physical issues but it was the first time she'd heard of anyone mastering the art of healing the mind and she found herself tentatively intrigued if not a little daunted at the prospect. was there a plant that could snare and control ones entity?? that sounded terrifying and yet, at alsek's next query she felt a snag of desperation tug away the budding wariness. despite polaris' biased discomfort around the woman, it could be admitted that she seemed cordial and had the blackbird's best interests at heart and so she would gladly accept anything that may help him..and perhaps herself as an extension for that matter.

she looks a little expectantly to their company, hopeful that she has access to the well of knowledge adults fed from yet she is regretfully met by silence as the other's azure look focuses on the dark clad child. "i won't ever stop you seeing pele" is all she can assure, uneasy about making any other promises that she may not be able to keep. pele...kavik's other daughter, she could not help but wonder what she was like in comparison to lainie or herself and furthermore, childish insecurity peeked out to wonder if he perhaps had preferred her to his previous daughters. she blinks, attempting to banish such a sour tangent but it lingers snarkily at the fringes of her mind as she waits in the tense silence slinking about them as they awaited alsek's verdict.

her muscles are tense to the point of aching, anxious at the idea of either answers waiting to pounce. the idea of alsek leaving to return to whitebark stream evokes this awful pain within her that she fears she no longer has the strength to fight, certain that it would call on the lurking hurt that was far from departing her after discovering what she'd lost. yet for him to give up his birthplace and follow her...in all of her days polaris had never been handed such pure responsibility and she would be lying if she said it didn't terrify her. 

so by the time he does pipe up, she feels as if the thud of her heart has forced itself up her throat making it uncomfortably difficult to draw a full breath. eyes widen a fraction, shooting a nervous look at the woman. if he was asking permission to see the wolves of whitebark whenever he wished then that must mean....she exhales shakily, timid smile pressing her features as she nods "of course, whenever" he truly wished to remain with her? the plethora of emotions running riot within her were too intricate to even pinpoint their nature, she simply felt overwhelmed as she nodded dumbly along with the healer's reassurance. 

a soft laugh at the question, admiring his drive. "it's called easthollow and..it's beautiful there, really beautiful. big green meadows with lots of lovely plants and these super cool big stones that watch over everyone. the wolves are all so kind too, i think you'd really like it there" and she is shocked to find that homesick tug to her own self when thinking of her verdant home, pleased to discover that her mind had taken so firmly to the place she'd sought for mere refuge. 

still nibbling at her lip, mismatched eyes blinked to the woman with her sky kissed eyes. "artyom won't mind right? you'll tell him it was alsek's choice and he's free to return at any time?" for the last thing she desired was to bring the wrath of an angered pack upon valette and her wolves, she could never do that. even quieter she'd mumble "and you um, that thing you mentioned about being able to get rid of bad dreams? could you..tell me how you do that if you don't mind?"