That one word was echoing in the witch’s mind, one single sound that seemed to have redefined their entire existence; God! Could this be the answer? The guiding light that had been flickering on the edge of their horizon for so long, sending dreams and visions, and filling their soul with that glorious feeling?

With a breath that rattled excitedly in their chest, Apolline turned to look into the pool again, watching that reflection of their one bright eye, expecting to see something more; One more sign… But that seemed too much to ask. All they saw was their own reflection and his next to it, the only motion that spirited swish of his tail; Perhaps that’s enough…?

Barely a breath of time passed like that, and then the young man spoke again, his scratchy voice drawing Apolline’s attention back to the real wolf at their side rather than his reflection. His words wrapped around them like a silver veil, drawing them in with sweet promises, and yet, the witch found themself a little disappointed; He’s just the herald… They had hoped for the prophet himself; Paeryl…

Despite this dampening of their excitement, Apolline made sure to retain their composure, returning Felyx smile with nod of her own. “Perhaps I would,” they agreed serenely, but said no more on the subject, instead answering his introduction: “Not at all, Felyx, though I appreciate the name. I’m Apolline.” They looked over then, at his silent companion, feeling their smile growing a little wider as she remained mute; The stoic type, hm? This couple sure was interesting, even if they were just the forerunners of something bigger.

Thoughts ”Speech”