"What?"
"That...his...not a word!" I knew all the words, not a single word. It comes from everything! There are little parts inside him that are doing the wrong thing. They are just like everyone else, but with a twist. They, they went bad so he's that color now. He was too hot and needed to be cooled down, but it wasn't enough. "Wolfsca
Pointing vaguely at Seph's body, he tried to explain.
Deanna knelt down, trying to read the fairy's expression more clearly. She said: "If it's hard to explain, that's okay. Tell me what to do for him, or how to get him to help. I have to save him, wolfsca
. I have to do it. she choked, her voice breaking. She wasn't hiding anything behind any discipline, hoping the genuine pain in her expression would inspire him to do whatever it took.
He looked up at her, his eyes suddenly wide and his face blank. He said nothing.
"Wulfso, can you help me?" Sev said, his voice still hoarse and weak. "Okay?"
The fairy's eyes fell on Sev, who opened his eyes slightly, just enough to catch and reflect the fairy's light and silver light. He pursed his lips and frowned, his brows furrowing sadly.
Wolf Sca
There was no immediate answer, but when he did, his face paled slightly and his voice sounded distant and resigned. He pointed to the northwest and said: "I can fix him. I have to do it because I think that even if we go somewhere, no one can do it. He asked me and I said. There is honey on the trees over there." .It passes twelve big trees, then two small trees, then a red thing, and then the tree it's in is crooked. It's in a hole. You have to go get it back so Sev can eat it . But don't take a piece bigger than your hand or the bees will starve. I don't want them to, so don't do it. They kept me warm once."
"Wait, can you cure him? How?" Dya
a asked.
"I don't want to say it. It's a secret." Wolf Sca
answer. He hugged his knees and curled up into a ball.
"What do you mean it's a secret? What are you going to do?"
"Secret means I don't want to tell you!" So go and get it! He shouted through gritted teeth. He turned his back to her, arms still clasped together. "He needs water after eating the honey, so try to get him some water." But don't come back without the honey. one way or another. "
The fairy's voice frightened her, but she didn't know what to do except obey him. Deanna grabbed Sev's hand and squeezed it tightly, and Sev tried weakly to squeeze her back. He was really dying. There she stood. "Thank you, wolfsca
. I'll be right back. "
She trotted away, hoping to distinguish the big trees from the others. She soon discovers she needs more information: Does Scar the Wolf think Tall Trees are big, or wide? She doesn't dare go back, though; he's serious about getting her out. Whatever he wanted to do, he didn't want her to see it.
Having a mission should make her feel like she's doing something useful and shake off some of her frustration and despair. It doesn't. She wanted to scream.
She shook her head and focused on her surroundings, deciding to count just a few of the most prominent trees, no matter how tall or wide they were, hoping she would eventually get close enough to find honey. Sure enough, she walked through a winding path and passed through a series of empty places, and found what Wolf Scar called "the red thing" - a brown-red stone sticking out of the snow, next to a A gnarled dead tree, too old to stand any longer.
She ran over, feeling hopeful for the first time in weeks. Peering into the dark hole of the box, she saw four large combs, but only two had honey left in them. The bees only swarmed on one of the combs, so she held her breath, reached for the other comb, and followed instructions, pulling off a heavy, sticky piece about the size of her hand. The bees never chased her. Maybe they kept quiet in the winter? She had to ask.
As she pulled it out, a falcon's cry startled her and she nearly dropped it. Although she quickly realized what it was, something still bothered her. Did they come out in the winter? She didn't know, but apparently they did. She checked both sides of the hive to make sure there were no bees on it, and was about to walk back when the falcon screamed again.
Again, strong and fierce. again and again. Now that she listened carefully, something about the sound sounded off. The good mood she had just begun to cheer up began to fade away. Worry creeps in. The sound was unsettling.
She stopped and listened, and for a moment the room was silent. She shook her head, brushing away the worry, and smiled. It was true; Sev was waiting for her. He may have recovered.
The falcon's call pierced the air again, plaintive and hoarse, and this time she knew it was not a falcon. That's wolf scab
, screaming in agony.
He was going to treat Seif, not...! It was a wail. She whimpered in horror and ran back as fast as she could, holding the comb steady to make sure she didn't spill the honey. As she got closer, she heard Sev crying hysterically, with Wolfsca next to him.
The screams, although the intensity of the screams did not weaken, eventually became smaller.
She ran as fast as she could, realizing that Wolfsca
Having sent her so far away, afraid that they would both be dead by the time she came back. She ran for a long time. Scar the wolf howled in pain, and Seph followed suit.
Just before she could return and see what had happened, the fairy's howls of pain subsided and stopped, and she knew he was dead. She was heartbroken.
When she finally got a closer look, the fairy was still alive, whispering something in Sev's ear. Sev sat up, tears streaming down his face, his mouth open and crying. regardless of wolfsca
He nodded several times to whatever he was talking about.
WolfScar kissed him on the cheek, then took off into the sky. Seph held out his arms to the fairy and let them fall to his sides. he cried, sobbing helplessly into his blanket. "Wulfso, I'm so cute!" he shouted suddenly and urgently.
In confusion, Deanna almost turned around and chased the wolf again.
, asked him what happened. But Sev was more important and she ran to her little boy.
He noticed her just as she was pulling the blanket off him, and he screamed in fright and started coughing.
His skin is perfect. Not a speck of gray remains. She rubbed his forearm with her thumb and fingers and found that his skin was elastic and full of life. She put her hand on his forehead, took it away, and put it back again. Again, just to be sure. His fever is gone.
"What happened?" she asked. "Wolfsca"
What happened? "What did he do?"
Sev responded by crying harder, looking at him, the crying wasn't going to stop anytime soon. The image of a scowling Argon flashed through her mind, accompanied by a pang of guilt. The imaginary woman is right, do the important things first. She set Honey aside and held him in her arms.
It hugged her tightly with its arms and legs, even swishing its tail around to hold her. He buried his face in her shoulder, sobbing, and she gently ran her fingers up and down his spine. She cried with him, partly out of pity and partly out of her own relief. There was so much worry and fear in her tears that when she stopped, she felt empty and cleansed.
It took him a while to calm down, but she was happy. After the last few days of endless fear and helplessness, she needed some voice. Especially from him.
Finally he stopped crying and she held him in her arms like a baby while he ate the honey. He ate slowly, biting into one pocket at a time, letting each bite melt before taking another bite. His eyes stared dreamily into nothingness as he let the honey rest on his tongue, his eyes clear every time he chewed and swallowed the beeswax. Watching him was a comfort to her spirit. It warmed her heart.
As soon as the honey was finished, he licked his fingers clean and continued licking. When she told him to stop, he tried to lick her fingers, giggling like a bird. She tickled him and he screamed with joy. He laughed almost exaggeratedly, as if he, too, had a hard time believing he was recovering.
Finally she asked: "You want to tell me about wolf sca
What happened?"
After an uneasy silence, Sev replied: "I can't."
"why not?"
"He forced me to say it."
"What did you say?"
"I can't tell anyone."
They sat in silence for a while. Deanna wanted to question the boy to get more information from him, but Seph had a conflicted expression on his face and refused to meet her eyes. She kept thinking about what the fairy said about loyalty. He barely knew her and he was wrong, but she didn't want to set a bad example, did she?
"He said it wouldn't be like that!" Sev blurted out. His face contorted with emotion, and Deanna hugged him tight again.
"do what?"
"I did not do it on purpose!"
They looked at each other and got to know each other. She wanted to ask, but refused, and he wanted to ask, but refused.
After a while, something happened in her heart. Maybe it was a sermon from the fairy; maybe it was an attempt to get through the stress of the past few weeks. It was as if her conscience had been awakened, some new clarity or wisdom driving her to face something she had been trying so hard to ignore: Sev was not her child.
Wolf Sca
Totally wrong about her; she's loyal. She can be as real as the sea, as reliable as the tides and the moon, but she must know she is doing the right thing. She didn't know yet, she didn't know, and it confused her. Sev is not her child. He may still have parents who want him to go back. Maybe not, but before she knew it, she was doing it wrong. she told wolfsca
She's been searching for Seff's people, but that's not the whole truth - she just wants to get rid of him, not return him to his family. She didn't even want to think about him having children besides her.
She took a few deep breaths before speaking. Once she starts talking, a boulder starts rolling and may never stop. There would be nothing she could do. She just had to watch where it went. But she has to work hard. She had to do the right thing, and she had to do it now. Her guilt needed to come out.
The first time she spoke there was no sound and she had to cough and speak again. She said, "Sephy, it's okay. This is a secret between you and your little friend. Best friends always have their own secrets. And, wolfsca
Knows what he's doing. I don't know what he did, but I know he did it on purpose. "
Seph nodded and relaxed in her arms; she could feel his tension melting away. She kissed his forehead between the horns.
"Do you think he's my best friend?" Sev asked.
"He's a little boy like you, isn't he?" Except smaller. she answered. "He came in time to save you, even though it hurt him." what do you think?"
Seph said nothing; he just stared into the distance, serious thoughts swirling in his mind.
Yet, that boulder is still rolling, there’s no denying that. Although Deanna felt her heart trembling, she pretended to be the calmest and asked: "Sev, I have a question for you. Do you remember your biological mother? Do you think she is still alive?"
Seph's eyes widened and he looked up at her open mouth. Soon, he looked past her to the sky, lost in the memory.
After a while, she gave him a gentle push. "Hmm?" she asked. "Do you remember?"
"Yes," he said quietly. "She's a Night Person like me."
"Mothers and their babies are always the same, Sev," Deanna said.
"How about flow and Peppew?"
"Before Aguna, they had different mothers. Both of them met with misfortune, and Androids and Aguna adopted them. That means they made them their own children, even though they were someone else's to begin with. In fact. , my father adopted me. I came here to find my own tribe, remember? But I want to ask about your mother. Do you remember her? Do you still miss her?"
"She played my wife. This was before I lost my mind. That was a long time ago. She exchanged fish from the wife for cash and cooked it. We lived with a lot of night people."
Deanna began to despair at the clarity of his memory; the boulder continued to roll, faster and faster.
"What does she look like?" Is she nice?"
"Yes. I was always with her when I was at work. I miss him very much. I think she was a good mother," Self said. "I still miss him."
His eyes were as distant as ever, and it seemed to Deanna that they shone silvery in the sky, seeming to dim as the years passed. It was as if he had gone from a novelty she had discovered to a lost treasure—someone else's property. She could almost feel him moving away from her as the imaginary boulder picked up speed.
This is the last chance to make it stop rolling, everything hinges on this question.
"Sephy, do you think she's still alive? Or your father?" she asked.
He thought for a moment, then said, "I hope so. I cried next to her while they were cashing me in. I had a favor, too. I miss him, too."
The boulder doesn't slow down and breaks through the final barrier, and things will never be the same again. Deanna waited for the heartbreak to hit her, now that she knew that Sev really wasn't hers, that she would most likely have to give him back and never see him again, the precious child she had sacrificed everything for.
But she wasn't hit, not like that. Instead, it felt like a burden had been lifted from her, like some burden turned into smoke and floated away from her, disappearing in the breeze. This was no comfort, and she frowned, trying not to let herself feel any relief lest Wolfe would scare him.
She was right. She was not unfaithful. She was not unfaithful. She wouldn't be happy to see Seif go... It's impossible, it's impossible...
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