Hushed Willows Aren't you tired trying to fill that void?

She spoke of the forest, of how she suspected it had welcomed his return with his initiation. It was a pleasant thought, one intended to warm him, but as his pallid gaze swept the sodden land before them he felt reluctant to agree. The rains had been ruthless since Sundance found his way home, and he worried that this could be a sign of rejection.

"Maybe," the silverwhite answered in soft agreement to appease his companion, despite his growing doubt. Silence came between them then as the picked their way through the willows, neither looking in the direction of one another until Teya made an announcement. She stated that she was ready to ascend and, with a curious cant of a damp sterling lobe, Sundance turned his head to regard her.

His heart leapt as he looked upon her fine muzzle, and was at once reminded of his scrutiny of her lovely russet features in his dreamslip. "Yes," he agreed after a pause, and mustered a smile of encouragement for her, "I think you are."