Sunbeam Lair Never Be Broken

She stilled—he spoke of a daughter. He had buried her, and two others. She circled tighter to him, burying her nose more to the soft gold fur, breathing in sharply as she tried to come with words that would make sense. But this was a world that made no sense, and so she was quiet for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” she offered. Not because it was what was socially acceptable to say when one heard of such devastating news, but because she truly felt the heartache—and it suddenly clicked why Reyson was a creature who held himself steadfast. Who did not divulge.

The stalwart soldier that only offered facets of himself, from time to time. And soon he would be gone to a land called Akashingo, because that was what was expected of him from his higher chain. “Stay,” she determined, unmoving from his warmth, her gaze upon him almost as if she dared him to try to move from her now.

And when the silence stretched, she dared the question: “What is it you want in life, Reyson? Expectations aside and wants only…”