atraxia

“Of course.” It was without hesitation that she made her reply, having already decided before the query was offered. It was a question she had asked herself many a time before this moment, whether she truly felt that her shadow would find her even parted from his side. It was without romantic inclination, but a notion worth pondering none the less in her times to think. She did fear yes, that despite his words he might find another light to attach himself to, but she believed (she simply had to believe) that regardless he would come back to her if not remain indefinitely by the light she cast for him. And it was with relief that her convictions were solidified by the female’s words. While she had more than one shadow, more than one entity that was bound to her, it was in blood that the relationship was formed; her siblings. Yet another part of communal living she had only delved in for the brief years of her puppyhood. To have those bonds after adulthood was to her, astounding. Turning from the waters to Anemone, her expression thoughtful and true, she wondered just what an identical face might look like on the male form. Of course it meant there would be certain traits mirrored on all forms joined, but were their distinguishing marks? Or was it only sex that they all differentiated. She had never seen an identical group outside of her own siblings, but as her memory of them continued to fade with time and lacking recollection of their faces, she could hardly recall what it was that set them apart aside from their names. But when she looked to her companion, the culmination of light and dark grays spanned along her length, she imagined more of that likeness standing close and strong- a range of the mountains of the Vale and her once had pack. They looked much the same, but with a subtle difference in the dips and rolls of the mountain’s face, not unlike the subtle differences in body and structure. Yet all part of the same thing- the whole. But a range without a sect was incomplete, and all parts felt the void. “I do not believe that is what they want,” her asserting was soft, yet firm. “A shadow will always seek the presence of its light, and the pillars of a mountain are incomplete when void. In time, even the mountains seek to fill this, shifting the earth with slides and turbulent changes until the whole is renewed.” She sighed softly as her nose wrinkled to the scent of salty air. “You need only time and patience.” They both did, for that matter.