Swiftcurrent Creek People writing songs that voices never shared

As he neared, Mae quailed away from him—pressing further to Arric’s embrace, and the Beta was swift in his comfort to the girl. Laying out to the ground, keeping her tight in his arms, Akavir watched with a lurch as his little girl turned away from him, torn in the moment on focusing on listening to the event that had transpired, and wondering what had occurred for her to pull away from him like that.

And then Arric more or less spoke it: they had been trying to find the ever elusive dad.

The guy who was never there…

And he felt the sting of it as if Arric’s fangs had torn at his heart. But he steeled himself—trying to mask the emotion from playing upon his features.. because this wasn’t about him. Not right now. It was about ensuring Mae was okay.

He moved aside—quietly letting Arlette closer to inspect his daughter—focusing on the moment now, his eyes rapt upon the girl nestled in Arric’s arms, hoping that one day this would only be a humorous story and not the beginning of a tragedy.