The Dawn of New

The rhythm of their footfalls in time with the other could not have been a better song to her ears as they traveled. Had he decided to speak further, it would not have disturbed the calm, but added to the contentment always embraced by his presence. In him she had found a peace felt only in the seclusion of the dark corridors of her mind, yet even they did not provide the sort of warmth that entranced her as the scarred male did. No shade of darkness offered her fulfillment other than his. Reveling in this, she was disheartened that foolishly, even for a moment she had forgotten this rare feeling he brought into her life. Too consumed with worry that his promise were words only uttered to appease her, she had tread so close to no believing them at all. Yet he had only proven them true and meaningful time and again. “You have not,” she whispered, never missing an opportunity to follow his song. Falling out of stride for a moment, she shifted at his rear to return instead to his opposite side that he might better see her, and she to him- the singular glowing orb was raw and captivating however darkened by thought. “You have done so such thing but given me purpose and reason to remain in this place. I am…grateful to you… Raheerah.” She tipped her muzzle down slightly casting a wayward glance to the path ahead as she sought to compose herself. She was a creature of truth that knew nothing of lies or how to conceal what she felt to be true. But she knew of silence and the protection it offered. Let closed her muzzle tightly lest more than what she was willing would come forth. Emotions derived not from mind but from heart was a force she did not feel able to harness without an extravagant mess in the wake.