The Sentinels Hakuna Matata

Solenya’s head shook fervently, an apologetic glint to her eyes at concerning her dear friend. No, no—Kirain, it wasn’t like that. He did not move to hurt me, though he would have been in his rights to do so. I made the mistake of overstepping and when I replaced myself back on neutral ground, he calmed. She patted her friend’s cheek. I’m sorry, that came out entirely wrong.

The lily had regarded her now with some form of incredulity—disgust, maybe. Oh, the lupine might have not explained herself well enough. She let loose another sigh, looking skyward.

I am pure, Kirain. Not because I never had suitors—it’s something I chose. I want love. I do not want to satisfy this when it would only end in the possibility of caring for puppies on my own. Some day, I want to raise a family—whole, no missing pieces.

Her voice had grown quiet. She had lost hers—her family—each piece missing from her. It was not something she wished for her future children to endure. 

I can’t tell you exactly why I want to see him again. But, I do—and it may not even happen. He didn’t seem interested. Cordial, polite, even. But, not interested. Grief slept heavy there and, sometimes, that clouds many things. She shrugged. It can’t be helped anyway.