Page 127 of To Free a Soul
A goat’s perhaps?She didn’t know, and she would figure that out later.
I wonder what orb colours you two will have?
Lindiwe was always a little excited and nervous to find out.
I know he’ll watch when it happens,she thought with a sad smile.He’s probably watching right now.
A time unknown, but one of disgruntlement
Keeping his eyes on a viewing disc of his mate, Weldir sat cross-legged, one hand gripping his knee while he rested his chin on top of the enclosed fist of the other hand.
Nathair, lounging back upon his tail like it was some kind of chair, lifted his hands in Weldir’s periphery. His signs were deliberate and often held pointed intent.
“Why haven’t you greeted her?” Nathair tilted his head with his orbs morphing to dark yellow.
“I will when I’m done,” Weldir stated dully.
Although he was in the middle of extending his mist, he could do both at the same time. He just didn’t want to.I doubt she cares.Or maybe she did, who fucking knew?
He disliked this change, and no poking or prodding on his part had aided the situation; she was steadfast about maintaining their distance.
Her soul has changed again.What had been glowing brightly with pure citrine flames now bore charcoal. The left breast, up the side of its throat, and half its face were blackened like coal.He’d long learned they were depression markings, and it... upset him that his female wore them – again. After years of not having them, as if she’d grown happy with her life and their bond.
The darkness had only developed after that day.
She said I have done nothing wrong, yet she punishes me regardless.Therefore, Weldir had surmised that she had lied, and he was at fault somehow.I don’t know how to help her heal these markings if she will not share with me her pain.
He was waiting her out, seeing if whatever thing he’d done to offend her would eventually fade and they could resume as they once had.
It hasn’t been long.Perhaps a year and a half? It was difficult to tell when he’d been asleep and hadn’t long woken.
He’d consumed all the souls waiting for him after finally perfecting the process to occur automatically. He’d checked on all of their offspring, and they were all well. He’d checked on her to find she was still at her little hut that was barely big enough to be classified as a home. Or maybe he was just annoyed and jealous of the inanimate object because he’d thought she’d begun to see his realm as her home.
Then Weldir had come to Nathair and found him to be lucid. Since that lucidity could be temporary and fleeting, he’d put all his energy into Nathair so they could continue to build his vocabulary.
He learns fast,he thought, letting his gaze slip to Nathair when he shrugged and lounged back once more.Then again, a number of human years have passed since we started.
Seeing as his offspring no longer felt chatty, and Weldir was often subjugated to his whims regarding that, he brought his focus back to his female who didn’t want to be his mate right now.
Why should I care if this is what she seeks?There was still an amicable friendship there. She may not have returned to his voidexcept for the night of the twins’ birthing to be healed, but she wasn’t avoiding him entirely. She didn’t seem angry at him, nor was she acting like his voice was an irritant.
She spoke kindly when he reached out to her, and her responses weren’t curt or designed to end the conversation. She always left them open, but he didn’t know how to continue them without her assistance. He didn’t have enough excuses.
If this is what makes her content in our bond, then fine.
This was what he’d once wanted. He’d never imagined more until she decided it. He’d been quite content with friendship and unity within their joint duties, as that was all he’d originally sought.
But it wasn’t fucking fine.
He was greatly vexed by it, and going to his cave of memories only made him angrier. The last time he’d been inside it, his fury and rejection had caused him to crack his newest creation of her diagonally in half. He was annoyed by the obsession to make it, and that she wouldn’t give him more to add to his cave.
He’d fixed the statue and then quickly left, and hadn’t returned since, when he was usually quite infatuated with his memories of her.
“Weldir,” a voice echoed from within his mist.
He knew that familiar voice, and like the last time it called out to him, he was surprised to hear it growl his name.
His gaze shifted to Nathair beside him, whose orbs were white.He’s slipped into a daze.It could be hours, days, or weeks before his mind returned to consciousness.
