3/3/2025, 6:24 PM
He could feel the cold dampness of the snow ticker across his coat. The snow was falling harder now, in thicker clumps with spurts of heavy winds here and there. He had been following the little sprite for quite some time now, approving the silence that settled between them now, it seemed she wasn’t so full of questions anymore, maybe she had simply ran out of fuel, or perhaps she had gotten tired of his indifference within their one sided conversations, well except for the one partaking the topic of death.
‘Are you afraid of death?’ Was a question with only two answers with many variations, however the dame answered with the most common, yes. He expected it, she wasn’t only a child, why would someone so young be prepared for something so dreadful? She was healthy, curious, full of life as it seemed, she had something to live for.. while he had not, he had already live a life previously to this one, it was long, tiring, he was indifferent to his death, and yet here he was, not dead. He was thrusted into a new beginning, in a new land, with no responsibility he hadn’t given himself, it made him wonder just what was the purpose of it all.
The silver sprite seemed to slow her pace, putting herself right beside him rather than ahead of him.. he had seen this before, she was about to start talking again. Before she could even get a word out, he gave a rumbling sigh, mentally preparing himself for the new format of questioning he’d be sentenced to. However there wasn’t a question, just a statement, her name. ‘Euphemia’. He contemplated answering with his own, and yet thought against it. Names would make them more familiar with each other, and he was not yet ready for such a task, so instead he looked at her, if not for only a few seconds before parting his lips to speak once more. “Is your pack aware that you willingly talk to anyone you meet?” He questioned, if not to change the subject, to induce some kind of self preservation in this lonesome child who clearly hadn’t been taught better.
‘Are you afraid of death?’ Was a question with only two answers with many variations, however the dame answered with the most common, yes. He expected it, she wasn’t only a child, why would someone so young be prepared for something so dreadful? She was healthy, curious, full of life as it seemed, she had something to live for.. while he had not, he had already live a life previously to this one, it was long, tiring, he was indifferent to his death, and yet here he was, not dead. He was thrusted into a new beginning, in a new land, with no responsibility he hadn’t given himself, it made him wonder just what was the purpose of it all.
The silver sprite seemed to slow her pace, putting herself right beside him rather than ahead of him.. he had seen this before, she was about to start talking again. Before she could even get a word out, he gave a rumbling sigh, mentally preparing himself for the new format of questioning he’d be sentenced to. However there wasn’t a question, just a statement, her name. ‘Euphemia’. He contemplated answering with his own, and yet thought against it. Names would make them more familiar with each other, and he was not yet ready for such a task, so instead he looked at her, if not for only a few seconds before parting his lips to speak once more. “Is your pack aware that you willingly talk to anyone you meet?” He questioned, if not to change the subject, to induce some kind of self preservation in this lonesome child who clearly hadn’t been taught better.