Pierre was home. He had been sluggish, lately, and he blamed himself. He should have done better. Winter was on its way, and Pierre didn’t feel too happy about it. He should get off his ass and start teaching his kids hunting, before winter would be upon them. But for now, he was sitting at Blaise’s grave, staring at it. And, he missed her. He missed her a lot.
Charcoal was gone, his mother was gone, everyone was gone. Blaise was dead. Pierre felt… alone. And he felt like he was slacking as a father. He had tried so hard to raise his kids well, but he had found himself detached and worried, lately. And he was afraid he was being too emotional, too nervous.
A sigh escaped him, followed by a cough. He had not feeling a 100% since he got back from the mountain trip. He felt tired. He guessed he was getting sick. He stared at the grave, and laid down in front of it. His right front paw rested on the hill of sand, at the base. Pierre did not know what to do. ’’Blaise. I feel lost.’’ he mumbled, ears twitching lightly.
Of course there was no response.
There was a drizzling rain, and Pierre snorted at it in amusement. It was as if the weather was responding to his mood. It sure fit it. ’’I’m probably crazy for talking to a grave but- it makes me feel a little better. I wish you were still here… I wish you could have seen our kids grow up.’’
he fell quiet, for a second. And started frowning lightly. ’’Bayley has gone blind. I’m not sure if he still sees shadows but- I’m worried about him. I wish I knew how to help him, how to make it easier on him.’’
He wasn’t as much talking to Blaise as he was trying to process his own thoughts. But talking to a ghostly sense sort of made it easier for him. It gave him the feeling he was a little less alone.
’’Percival is getting a little rebellious. He left the territory without letting me know.’’ Pierre huffed at that, a small smile touching his lips. ’’I guess that’s part of growing up- I went out once when I was five months old, to explore…’’
He had met Marzena, back then. He ought to visit her again. She had been kind to him, motherly. He found it easy to talk to her, maybe because she reminded him of his own mother. He had not seen her in far too long. Maybe that was what he was ought to do, first. A little trip to the Glen. He coughed again, and hummed, a disgusted look on his face.
’’I already feel so old even though I haven’t even reached my third year yet. Isn’t that funny? I feel so tired…’’
May 06, 2018 04:42 AM
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