03-19-2021, 03:42 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-02-2021, 12:06 AM by Grayday. Edited 2 times in total.)
The questions he had were not easy ones to answer. Grayday needed time to think, and so he parted with Meadow with some reluctance and some relief to roam this strange tundra on his own. Of course, being so alone could only make a man such as himself want for company. At times he ached with it so fiercely that he opened his mouth to speak the names of his most beloved,
but nothing ever came out.
Shale, he knew. Pema was a vague sound-and-color memory. Now he had Meadow, and she was blood, but she was not what he was missing. He wondered, almost, if it would be worth it at all to seek her out once more.
It was a worry for another day. For now, he came to a halt not far from the icy shore, marveling at the massive creature apparently sunbathing upon the shore. Grayday had never seen anything like it, but he knew what it was from stories told to him by. . . by someone. His wife, he thought.
"Kasatka," he said aloud, and crept a little closer to the beached killer whale.
but nothing ever came out.
Shale, he knew. Pema was a vague sound-and-color memory. Now he had Meadow, and she was blood, but she was not what he was missing. He wondered, almost, if it would be worth it at all to seek her out once more.
It was a worry for another day. For now, he came to a halt not far from the icy shore, marveling at the massive creature apparently sunbathing upon the shore. Grayday had never seen anything like it, but he knew what it was from stories told to him by. . . by someone. His wife, he thought.
"Kasatka," he said aloud, and crept a little closer to the beached killer whale.
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