Obsidian’s explanation could not disappoint, even if the inquirer wanted a short answer. As he spoke, she remained alert with perked ears. ‘All of my life, I knew I was going to be a soldier. My father was a soldier, and his father, and his father before him. It was my path, my destiny - if you will. But it is not all that makes me who I am.’
“Of course not,” she agreed. It was a short reply, though, for he continued. ‘Being hated by most of the citizens is not an easy thing to live by. I serve for the crown, to protect the throne and all it stands for. But I am also an individual, one who lives the peace and serenity of being alone.’ “You are not alone in that,” she stated. There were plenty of wolves out there who felt the same way after a long day of work. ‘I come here, and appreciate it here, because at the end of the day - this is where I find my peace. This is where I can think and dream of my future - whatever it may be. It is my favorite place, beneath this tree.’ As his explanation came to a close, Ashira slowly nodded, acknowledging his emotional ties to the tree. Peace and solitude normally went hand-in-hand, something some souls rarely experienced. For Ashira’s walk of life, it was a requirement destiny provided. “You are wise to find it while others will not,” she stated. “Brains need rest, too, despite what some may think.” |
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