Sunbeam Lair Never Be Broken

He greeted her—she moved closer and she would have swore she saw grief and the hint of a tear in his hardened gaze. No doubt it was simply the shadows that danced from the light of the moon, and as she sidled up beside him and sat slowly to her haunches, his voice rolled over like a blanket, the story heartbreaking all in itself. 

Something was different about him. The tension that coiled from him—unreleased, a brewing storm. Tentatively, she allowed a shoulder to brush against him in solace. Your parents? She clarified, eyes still riveted upon the stars, wondering what tales they had once told him.