Silver Creek hermae

“Perhaps they are already written, but there are finer details that we ourselves can control—you will see in time.” She clapped a paw to his shoulder. It was a gesture of solidarity and familiarity, one she would not make for others to see, but a comfort for him in these quiet moments.

“I have known the Prophet for many years, as you well know, and she is rarely wrong. I do not speak against her; I’m simply,” she shrugged, “an inquisitive mind.”

Her paw dropped as she let him go. Her sympathy trailed him as he worked. He has lost much—they all have. She couldn’t imagine the weight they all bore on their shoulders, but she would do her best to ease what she could.