Peace became her as she slipped within the obsidian curls of warmth. The rhythmic pulse felt through the fur of her flank offered a lullaby of sorts to bring her further into the sweet realm of ease. The beat of a heart, a comfort she had lost since her depart from her mountain. Above the warmth, it was that which she cherished, reminding her with each gentle beat beneath colored fur that life surrounded her, though it may have despised her. It reminded her fondly of her littermates left behind, yet at the same instance pained her as she recalled the betrayal of her sire that forced them apart. A heartbeat became the key to a memory, proof that upon time, and at present she existed. Her existence felt through the life of another.
"To whom do I thank?" she whispered through a sigh as she shifted beneath him to lie on her side. Her voice was a wisp, a chord strung by a still waking state. Audible though barely as though its form was not more than a figment, present as the wind as it coursed that vast land, then drifted to naught just as softly as it began. And with her eyes partially lidded, she would have thought she had already fallen into dream, and her words were nothing more than a creation of that realm. |