Since leaving Eve, Rowan’s emotions felt as though they were being pulled apart by two opposing tides. He’d had such fun playing in the weird, smelly water with the girl, and yet… he also couldn’t shake what she’d said.
About Daddy. How he was supposed to have one.
As his paws carried him to the familiar green grass beneath the dappled canopy of the oaks, he glanced around. He’d always liked how the place looked at night, how still and peaceful it seemed. It soothed his worries and made calling for his siblings easier.
His voice was gentle as a whispering breeze upon the grass. He wasn’t really sure if they’d hear him, but that didn’t stop him from hoping. He certainly didn’t want to call out any louder.
For some reason, he felt it’d be better to get their opinion before Mum’s. What would she think of him, for not knowing he was supposed to have a Daddy until now? Would she be ashamed? Disappointed? And if he told her they were supposed to have one, would learning that make her sad, as it made him?
He couldn’t have that. No.
Rowan passed the Dentree, walking further out into the surrounding clearing until he could see the edge of the shimmering river, and Ash’s tree fort highlighted in the glow of the rising moon. There, he settled himself into a sit, his ears at an angle somewhat lower than the usual one.
“Wanna talk, guys…?”
Jan 30, 2018 10:01 PM
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