Moonsong Glacier Snowdrops

Like dewdrops gathering on a blade of grass, the moisture in her eyes collected as he drew near so when he touched her cheek, she tilted her jaw so the tear could roll down the far cheek- brushed away a moment later against his bristly guard hairs. 

She saw in his eyes the story of regret, she thought; on an apology that came without the necessity of words. In hers shone forgiveness, but resignation as well. The admission that she felt she was ailing in this life, living without a true purpose. 

When he spoke, she felt for him. The pack he had joined, which had thrust him into leadership, was no longer home for him, either. She didn’t want to burden him with her feelings, but she couldn’t help but agree in part, if only on her own behalf. ”It is not your fault,” She said softly, her words featherlight, but earnest. 

He pledged to be better, and she ushered a tiny smile to her lips. She needed a friend, regardless of the fact that she desired much more than that. Even just having a solid friendship might bring her more purpose, though she knew she might struggle to smother her instincts and feelings some day. 

Her lashes fluttered as if to reflect her own inner turmoil. ”I feel…Lost,” She admitted. ”It is not your fault, it is…My own doing, I think. I had hoped so, that my life might immediately become what it was I desired, but perhaps I…Perhaps I have dreamt too big, beyond my reach.” Failure, she thought, was too strong of a word- but nevertheless it smothered her happiness. 

When she looked at him and considered what he had confided in her, she wondered if he felt the same. ”How do you feel?” She dared to know the truth.