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[arbie]

Nightmares. He hated them. Sure, some people would call seeing your old family and friends having a happy time a wonderful dream, but what if none of them could see you? What if you learned that it was you that was dead, and they were alive? That they weren’t even mourning for you, that they were having fun? Sure, you would say ‘Oh, but I’d want them to be happy!’ but you know you would be lying. He couldn’t say that. You would want to be remembered, right? Someone how knew this was a recent event, this wasn’t a month later. This was a day later. They didn’t even care.
Yeah. He hated nightmares like that.

Roan always thought he would get better. God damn it, it had been a year since the earthquake. Why hadn’t he healed up during their journey to Caden Valley? Why hadn’t he smiled when someone joked with him? When a Falling Moon actually spoke to him, why hadn’t he felt accepted? Because he was broken. He was a broken porcelain doll. A little toy forgotten, forgotten by the rocks. The rocks had forgotten to squish him, and now he was left in the light while the others were in the dark. It was unfair. Why couldn’t he join them? Roan was afraid now. He didn’t want to kill himself because he was afraid of the few seconds of pain it would bring him. And because he might not be able to kill himself straight away, and it would hurt like hell for a lot longer if he didn’t.

Making his way slowly through Dancing Stars, purposely taking the lonelier paths to avoid any early birds. He wandered towards one of the mountains, surprised at how many there were, and looked round. There was a cave that caught his eye and he immediately went towards it. It was an easy spot to get to. Roan paused at the entrance, the warm sun making him feel uncomfortable. The cave probably wasn’t any better, so he lay down right in front of it, head on paws. He gazed at the ground with sad, tired brown eyes. Waiting.

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Inside the cave, was a young fae. It might have been dawn break, but it didn't mean the bright eyes wolf wasn't alert and awake. She wasn't the sort of wolf who enjoyed naps, or snuggling in a den for half the morning. No, she was the sort of wolf who liked to be up and about, and doing things; she disliked sleep, seeing it as a waste of time. She rarely had dreams and if she did, she wasn't interested in them. She soon forgot them as soon as she awoke.

Hearing footsteps, Sayuri's ears twitched. They didn't sound like proper footsteps. They sounded weary, as if they belonged to an elder; however, as the footsteps came to rest outside the cave she was currently exploring, she saw that they brought with them a wolf of only a year or two older than herself. She watched as he sat down, neglecting to say anything just yet as she watched him.

Finally, her curiosity peaked as his behaviour didn't seem to reveal anything more, so she asked pertinently, "What are you waiting for?" Little did she know that he was waiting for anything, but occasionally Sayuri came up with something inciteful, without even planning to. She was the sort of wolf who found it easy to read body language and facial expressions, and she enjoyed doing so. Windows into a wolf's inner being and all that.

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[arbie]

He looked round quickly at the sound of a voice. Roan paused, then slowly looked back round, head on paws again. He didn’t need to latch himself onto someone else. He glanced at her again, unable to keep silent and ignore her for long. He just felt guilty and he sat up, looking round at her again. He forced a smile, trying to look happy.

“Oh, some sort of company. I didn’t know you were back there.” he replied, walking towards her, but didn’t make much of an effort to look lively. He sat down again, using the wall for support like it was too much effort to even sit up straight. He smiled slightly again after it disappeared for a moment. He really didn’t want to bother Sayuri with his attitude.
“I’m Roan. In case you didn’t know.” he looked her up and down.

Roan could tell Sayuri was someone important. He gazed at her for a moment, finally remembering her name.
“And you’re Sayuri.” he didn’t bother remembering that she was Caden’s sister, because it was very obvious. Why mention it to her, anyway? She knew she was his sister, he knew she was his sister, so it was all good.

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