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RE: seven devils in my house - Bennet - Dec 27, 2016
Her pride had not been damaged enough to require soothing, so while his soft reassurance lifted some of her uncertainty, she had not been expecting of it. Comprehending of her own inexperience, Bennet did not judge or feel resentment for any aspect of his previous words; it was merely another thing for her to listen to, to use to grow and improve herself. Slowly, the girl would learn the language of those around her, the unique ways in which each wolf communicated and expected to be communicated to. Her mother and father were the focus of most of her studies through their close proximity alone, and her affection for them and desire to be able to talk with them properly. Had she stayed at Hearthwood, the other wolves would have been similarly subjects of her keen attention.
The young dragon dipped her head in modest acknowledgement of his intentions in talking to her that way, and she felt comfortable that they were on the same page again. There was no need to discuss or prolong it.
Far more interesting was the answer to her follow-up question, to which she listened with total attention, ears high and gaze levelled on her father as he spoke evenly, with a mixture of cryptic and clear answers that she was quite familiar with. Few questions about the All-Mother gave rise to completely objective answers, she had been forced to accept. Subjectivity was the thing she struggled with, the ifs and buts and maybes and sometimes which drove ugly rivets into a world she would have much preferred to be clear-cut and opaque. But the world didn't exist to suit her, hadn't been designed and born with her desires in mind. She was the one privileged to inhabit it. Bennet would learn to adjust herself and her expectations to best fit it, not the other way around.
Having turned her eyes back to the birds, quietly enthralled with their sharp faces and the way they watched her, she felt calmed, at peace with the fact that she didn't fully understand his answer. Understanding came with time - and with worship.
"Can we pray here, now?" she asked quietly, the playfulness of moments past now gone from her body - and in its place, a calm reverence, a stoic acceptance. She moved to stand in the centre of the mysterious ring, surrounded on all sides by the discarded antlers of mighty stags long gone from this place, and their sharp, curving magnificence awed and humbled her. She had no doubt this was a special place for someone, somewhere, and dipped her head, eyes closed, and the swift sound of her father's voice to lift her soul to that comfortable, otherworldly place.