Northstar Vale loving

The boys’ gaze grazed over her—they spoke something softly to one another and unperturbed by her presence, continued on with their play. So innocent in so many ways—unaffected by the heartache that seemed to plague the adults of the vale.

Meadow, too, could only hope that one day, they would all heal and move forward once more. It was hard not to miss the sun on the darker days in life—but without them, would anyone truly appreciate it’s magnificent warmth and rays?

Just as she made to settle in and keep eye on the duo, Tamar spoke, drawing the silver woman’s gaze to her. A plea, she felt, rather than a demand. Her features softened—her friend unable to realize she did not need another by her side. “I am here for whatever you need,” she agreed quietly. Whether it was that she intercepted others at the borders, or simply held a title to ensure her friend felt less weight on her shoulders—she could do so.

Her and Reyson remained unwilling to simply vanish in the middle of the night—hopeful that healing could begin. She continued to study the stunning she-wolf before her—though frail in the moment, she remained the definition of grace and beauty. “And as your friend, I will remind you that according to your daughter, who is wise beyond her years, that you and your husband are Kunosoura. The star within Epoch that all the other stars circle. They will gravitate home, when they are ready.”