October 1, 2003
As her daughter is quietly slipping away, Lark knows that it well never be the same.
Blond curls bounced slightly as the furs started to readjust themselves because of the lack of weight on them. With a soft, nearly unheard sigh, the mother stared out of the entrance of her den, her eyes shining with a soft loneliness. Her head stayed quiet for only a moment after that. She couldn't not think of what was going on; why hadn't she asked her?
It took only a moment before she decided that staying in the den wasn't helping her thoughts at all so she decided to take off, leaving her lovemates sleeping contently. Though their den seemed crowded with the three of them in there, to Lark it seemed empty and somehow cold. With a piece of cloth held lightly around her she stepped out of the den and stared at the dark silhouette of the figure that was hurrying it's way away from where she was. Another sigh was the result of this and she back to the den.
As any Wolfrider, her movements were quiet, slightly louder then some maybe but only one of her own kind could hear the difference so it meant nothing to her. A soft rustling sound could be heard if anyone was listening as she picked up her leathers and put them on; the warm sun of daytime was coming to an end as it started to turn from day into night slowly. It was early for their tribe and the holt was quiet. With a soft thud her bare feet hit the soft grass and with arms folded she made her way to nowhere in particular, a way that by accident seemed much like the way to the river.
Sighs seemed to be a reoccurring event that evening as another one was forced out of her body, this time louder and accompanied by a soft plopping sound caused by a small stone thrown into water. There was only one thing on the mind of the song shaper, a simple thing and a thing that would be obvious for whomever would look at her and knew her a tiny bit: her daughter.
It had only been a few years when she had lovemated with both her lovemates and it was all still fresh in her memory. Now it was her own daughter that had brought the three of them closer together who was getting in the same position as she had been only so shortly before. The thing that confused and hurt her most was the fact that her daughter hadn't been able to come to her, her own mother.
A sad twinkling in her eye showed a tear as it fell down her cheek and she looked at the image reflected in the water. The image showed what she was at the moment - hurt. The rippling in the streaming water scrambled up the image again and she diverted her eyes to stare into the trees before her that were still in a well-lit red glow as day drew to it's end.
'Breaking apart.. Doesn't that look familiar now.' A sarcastic tone was in her mind voice but since it stayed there no one was able to pick it up. Another sigh left her lips as she fell backwards in the grass, her feet dangling in the water.
'What did I do to push her away? I know I wasn't her 'friend' but I'm her mother. Tendril, my sweet little Tendril.'
Another tear dropped down to join the previous one but took a different route after a while as gravity got a hold on it. Something in the young mother felt like it had broken off and indeed this was true - her little girl had left her, though her body hadn't yet, her mind had as it looked to other people for advice and left her behind. She sat up and her hand moved to her face as tears started streaming down. Her body rocked slightly but her crying was silent, unheard by any others. Alone.