Hideaway Strath in death's shadow

Humor aside, seriousness scrawled across her face as she took a seat. With food in her stomach her body seemed to have awakened, eagerly absorbing all nutrients for distribution. Her heart was not pounding as fast, returning to its methodical pace. The cold carried by the wind no longer seemed to bother her as night had waged war on the sky above, beginning to cast shadows as dark as her own obsidian pelt.

"What little life I have lived others dictated for me. They never understood me and yet I was expected to lead them though they had not one ounce of respect for me. Then they made the choice that I must follow a path separate from them."

And there it was, as clear as it was the night she was born,  a revelation, a fulfillment of her abuela's wishes.

"If where you have been does not reward you, then make a place that deserves you."

Like a wildfire bursting out of a dead forest, her marigold eyes lit up. Suenos of a life she thought she could never have seemed suddenly possible.

"And so I will." When she spoke, there was determination that was captivating that begun to lace between her words. There was a moment of silence as she brought her eyes to meet his, her gaze catching that small moment where he allowed himself to be expressive.

"You should come too."