Saraphina Skyglow
T he ginger Kelvic looked over at her companion....no....over at her friend. Enthere had more than earned the right to Saraphina's trust. Not only had the Cougar put her own life in danger to save her, she had opened her territory to a virtual stranger without question. The season and a half that the two had spent together somehow meant as much to Saraphina as the two years she'd lived with her Mother. Enthere would now and forever more, be a friend to the Tiger Kelvic. Smiling widely, she replied happily, "Of course I'll stay Enthere. You're a close friend to me too." Now more comfortable with everything, Saraphina walked alongside her comrade in arms. A relaxed, carefree smile lit her face, and even though her hair was a tangled mess, she could look back on the incident in the river and almost laugh....almost.
L ooking around at the rapidly changing mountain area, Saraphina reminisced a bit about her home of Avanthal. The snow would be falling soon, which would bring harder times for the two Kelvic's. They should be preparing for the cold season. Salting meat, storing nuts, drying fruits. Maybe once the two got back to camp and got cleaned up she'd suggest it. A few birds flew overhead and Saraphina's sharp hearing picked up the sound of a few fleeing ground dwellers, a rabbit or maybe a gopher. The long eared prey would be abound in the winter, but the den dwelling creatures would be heading to hibernation soon. Hunting would become much harder very shortly. Fortunately, both Enthere and herself had fed well in the warmer weather. The could handle a week or two of little to no food. Glancing at Enthere, Saraphina frowned a bit. Her friends face was a mask of her usual calm, collected self. But her scent belied a torrent of emotions. Still, Saraphina would not pry.
B ut Enthere seemed to feel the red head's own torment, offering in a quiet voice to be an open ear. Saraphina hesitanted....would talking about her horrors help to lessen them....or would it only make the terrible dreams become more vivid? Shifting uncomfortably as they walked back to camp, she wrapped her arms around her torso. As the camp came into view, she distracted herself from thinking about it by gathering up some deadfall. Creating a small pyramid shape with some of the small twigs, Saraphina pulled off some stringy, green moss that was clinging to one of the branches. The dry tinder would be a good base to start a fire from. Taking her flint and steel, she cracked the two together several times, creating sparks with each hit. After about a dozen hits, a large enough spark was made that the dry tinder caught and a small coal started to burn. Quickly putting the tool aside, Saraphina blew on the tiny heat source gently. The breath fed the hungry spark and a small flame grew in the center. Carefully alternating between added moss and twigs and blowing on the flame, Saraphina soon had a small, merry fire burning.
T he fires crackling light and heat somehow made Saraphina feel more at ease. Nursing the fire for a bit till she was satisfied it won't go out, she grabbed her brush and started to work through the matted nest that was her hair. As she worked, Saraphina glanced at Enthere, maybe if she kept her hands busy while she talked there'd be less chance she'd break down in tears. Really, she'd suffered enough embarrassment today, "I was in my Mother's house when the pirates came. All I can really remember is them holding me down and saying that if I fought them, they'd kill my Mother. I don't even know how they managed to get me out of the house without waking her. I'm glad they didn't....I'm not sure I would have had the will to keep living if I knew she was dead." Saraphina paused as the memories washed over her. Remembering rough hands reeking of fish and blood clamping over her mouth and extremities. Harsh whispering voices thick with the promise of pain and the soul chilling fear of being carried away from the only place she'd truly been able to call home.
S wallowing back a lump in her throat she ripped the brush through her hair. The pain distracted her enough that she could continue, "They blindfolded me....took me on a ship and strapped a tight collar on my neck so I couldn't shift. I was locked in a dark hole that reeked of mold and death. And Nicholi...He'd come in everyday, tell me that I was his and that I would obey his will. He'd hit me....a lot, every time I'd fight back. It...it was horriable....to know that I couldn't freely change shape without killing myself, to be thought so little of....as a piece of property. Separated from the wilds....having a man demand I submit....and knowing...that out in the world...somewhere....other's like me had already forgotten freedom. I was....so afraid that I'd end up like that....that I'd forget who I was....what freedom was." Saraphina had to stop talking then. She stared hard into the crackling fire, blinking back tears and fighting to keep from trembling. But....somehow, after she'd finished speaking, something changed. It was...almost like a weight was lifted, like bearing her fears before her dear friend had lessened the potency of the scars.
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