Wapun Meadow let these shadows prove the sunshine
Private  January 28, 2019, 11:35 AM
Malachi
Lone Wolves

@Arlette

He had long overstayed his welcome here.

Winter still held a formidable grasp, but the days spoke of the quickening spring. Nights were shorter, the sun stood longer, and Malachi knew that soon enough, the fine spread of snow would melt and give way to new growth, to trees dressed in fine array, and sprawling fields aglow with prairie grass and wildflowers. He had never seen the spring dawn upon Duskfire; he had only watched as the flowers had wilted and wept into the endless pull of the night.

He was far from the glacier now, but if he raised his head and lifted his eyes just right, he thought he could see the scaling peaks through the layers of distant trees. It was a long way home - and he felt himself wither as he dropped his head, for the way held an end he wasn’t so sure he would ever be ready to face.

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January 28, 2019, 03:35 PM
Arlette
Easthollow
Family
Arlette wanted to help her mother and the pack with finding her sister. The was found in the meadow as she traveled just behind the group to catch up and help out. The female found that her small size had trouble traveling some of the deeper patches of snow. Her pale coat blended perfectly with her surroundings but her having to jump to get forward through the snow made her quickly visible.

Arlette was glad when she arrived at a patch that was not so deep. She let out a soft puff, and then realized she was not alone on the meadow. She watched the other curiously. He was not a member of Easthollow, otherwise she would recognize him. She didn't. A stranger! How exiting! It seemed he was looking at the distance. Arlette sounded a bark to alert him and then trotted closer with a spring in her step. Arlette was always eager to socialize.
February 09, 2019, 12:49 PM
Malachi
Lone Wolves

He thought of home, and Malachi ached for many faces, but he found himself stuck in the looping agony of one, of her - and he longed for her sweetness, her gentleness, her eyes like the bright winter sun. Sometimes, he could still feel the waves against him, sucking him out into the ocean as they stole him away and tore her from his sight. The waters had taken many things from him; time and again, they had rendered him apart - but he had fought. Yet what was there to show for his efforts? He was still alone, and he wondered...

... if he returned...

... would he find her there? 

A voice broke the man, and his mind stumbled back to the present. The mirage of the ocean fled from his eyes, and he saw the meadow again with stark clarity. Birdsong called from the nearby woods, and the air filled his lungs with the nothingness of snow. It was almost too much, and Malachi turned - 

- and what he saw made him double take. He recognized the face running toward him - at least, he thought he did - and in a lapse of surprise, the man blurted, "Scarlett?" until he realized, this one was far too young to be the matriarch, and he shook his head with a clunky apology.

"Ah - no! Sorry, miss. I - ah, I mistook you for someone else." But his face still flexed in obvious confusion. Scarlett had been pregnant when he'd seen her last, but that had been many years ago. This simply couldn't be her daughter. Yet he had never seen anyone else, in any land he'd travelled, with an appearance quite like hers... so who was this?

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February 09, 2019, 01:30 PM
Arlette
Easthollow
Family
When she approached she was at first surprised that he knew her name. But as she processed it she realized that the male had said Scarlett and not Arlette. The girl blinked. She knew she was named after her grandmother Scarlett. "You were close! I'm Arlette," she grinned at the male, her tail wagging in a friendly matter.

"Maybe you didn't, though! I was named after my grandma Scarlett," she spoke. This was mostly revealed as this male seemed to know her grandmother and Arlette was always eager to learn more about her. She didn't know as much as she liked. She did know that her grandma was buried by their stones and that her mother had lost her early. "I must have looked like the Scarlett you know!!" she tried to fish for more information.
February 10, 2019, 01:09 PM
Malachi
Lone Wolves

Arlette, the girl corrected - and the coincidence would have unnerved him, if she had not offered him the relation that followed. Ah - and just as quick as they had scattered, the pieces clicked neatly back into place, and the momentary confusion quickly rearranged to make sense again. Malachi shifted his weight to face the girl more fully and appraised her with the upward tip of his head.

”Your grandmother,” he repeated, his voice a low and contemplative murmur. This was not Scarlett, nor her daughter, but a descendant of the winter queen. He didn’t question whether their Scarlett was the same. This much was obvious to him. 

”Yes,” he said, and as he watched the mannerisms of this radiant girl, he couldn’t help but see the reflection of his old friend in her face. Scarlett’s children had survived, and if her granddaughter was any indication to the family she had raised, he hoped that meant that there were many here who were abundant in the gentleness and compassion he’d been too late to see in Scarlett. He wondered - how did she fare? Was she still near? He smiled softly, though his gentle words flowed with an edge of sadness. “I know her.” 

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February 11, 2019, 04:41 AM
Arlette
Easthollow
Family
Arlette nodded excitedly when he repeated that her grandmother was Scarlett. It seemed that this male knew her grandmother. This was really exciting. "You knew her!! Oh boy!," she let out with her pure excitement. Her tail wagged at lightning speed. She looked like her grandmother. So this just meant that her grandmother was white as her! Perhaps she even had red eyes like her! It must have been!!!

Maybe this male could tell her more about her grandma! This was perfect. "Oh please tell me about her! I wanna know about her. Did she have red eyes too?," She asked curiously. She wasn't aware that the male didn't know that Scarlett had passed. "What was she like?," she fired another question at the male. It was clear that Arlette had not known her grandmother. Her mother had told her bits but not too much about her grandma. Only that she was buried at their stones.