Myrrine

Her name was but a whisper on his lips, and yet she found comfort even in that as she felt the jutting of his cheeks beneath her nose. He seemed to be choosing not to eat, if the flattening of his ears had been any indication of his distaste toward her humor. Intentional or not, she got the hint, and thus simply left it at that as she enjoyed having him there for comfort. Even when words were never spoken, she always felt at peace with him, and this time was no different as the tears continued to fall. They only paused at the voice of another, and with an abrupt jerk of her head she started, having not noticed the pregnant approaching from behind her. Immediately wiping her eyes she smiled sheepishly, through selfishly guarding Mauja beside her, not wanting to share her companion at this moment in time. Not that she had a choice anyway.

Upon realizing that she would not be leaving, Myrrine began to calm herself, to reel in the sad little girl she had become and to stow her away for later. She did not need to broadcast herself to others, to make them think she was weak and pathetic so soon. She did not want pity, she just wanted to end all of this pain. Taking a deep breath she listened quietly to the pair, attentive to each of their words, before murmuring softly in response,"I would have to say that I agree with Mauja on this subject." She took a step back then, choosing not to elaborate further unless need be. Her hazel eyes briefly glanced at the swollen belly of the dark mare, looking back into her eyes patiently, wondering how she was handling her pregnancy.

Myrrine had hidden it like it was a sin, her cloak like a shield from the reality she had put herself in. She had clung to the shadows as the days wore on, had only left them in the dead of night to properly graze; anything to keep her away from curious and prying eyes. She did not wear pride when she was with child, did not show off her bulk like she was the happiest woman in the world. Instead she had locked herself away like a victim waiting for the inevitable. Then when her child had finally come into the world, she had felt so much love; had thought the world of precious Laume. Then it had all shattered at her feet as she walked away and never looked back.

Did Mauja know? What she had really done to her precious babe? He seemed aware that she had vanished, but did he wonder why they hadn't reunited at the Edge like the last time? Did he finally hear the truth as all the others had, that she had left her child to rot just because she couldn't deal with the responsibility of being a parent? And if he did, did that mean he hated her too? Did he judge her like all the others that said she was a deadbeat mom? Even Laume wanted nothing to do with her, so why wouldn't he? She had lost everyone else, she wouldn't be surprised if she lost him too. Suddenly she felt rather sick. She kept the storm raging hidden away, her lips pressed together quietly as she looked to Mauja, wondering how he would fare with this newcomer. She never really talked to the spotted brute, it was more along the lines of meaningful glances, soft touches of the skin and lots and lots of crying on her end. Gods she was such a selfish friend. When had she ever done anything for him? No wonder he never talked to her. She would need to fix that at some point, when there wasn't a pregnant lady talking to them.

"Talk."

the butterfly is proof that great darkness
can create great beauty