Stone Circle here comes a candle

she had remembered this before.

food spilled out from mother bear, an offering to baby snow bear. this time mother bear kissed her crown, whispered soft sweet things. parousia did not understand them, but who was to say she would have even if they had been in a language she did better know.

regardless the message seemed clear. enough so for her tantrum to have subsided. just wet fur from snot and tears remained. a raspy breathing that shallowed enough for there to not be as much of a struggle anymore for her lungs.

she remembered one thing about mother bear though.

that one word she had used had likely been the first word parousia had ever tried to truly learn. so she tried to mumble it here, to mother bear, as she stared at the pile of regurgitated meat.