12-18-2014, 02:56 AM
Calvin laughed as Nimeda tried to emulate a weird look. It was his first real laugh in a long time. He had to admit that Nimeda was cute. She was an enigma. She looked to be about in her mid-twenties, and yet seemed to possess a wisdom beyond her years. The cuteness factor came from the fact that at the same time, she seemed so childlike. Calvin wasn't sure what gave him this feeling,but it was there nonetheless.
The laugh wasn't to make fun of her. "Sorry. That face made me laugh. Thank you. I haven't really laughed in a long time.
Calvin turned back towards Dawn Wind and saddened once more. He sighed and thought of a shovel and one appeared in hi hand.
It was the dream. He could have probably just thought of a hole in the fround, but that didn't seem right. He dug the hole himself for his friend and reverently placed the body inthe hole. He then poured dirt back onto it, sealing the hole and thought of a gravestone. It was simple with nothing but a wolf embedded in it. It wouldn't exist in the real world, but Calvin could always come back here.
He had no words to say, but he said a Native American prayer of thanks that his mother had taught him. The words seemed appropriate. He turned back to Nimeda. "You really came herefor me? How did you know?"
She was unique and he owed her a lot. She didn't know how much her prescence had calmed him. He had almost forgotten the warning the wolf that looked like Snow had given him. He wondered what it was about. She seemed harmless enough. He knew however that he would have to leave the dream soon.
The laugh wasn't to make fun of her. "Sorry. That face made me laugh. Thank you. I haven't really laughed in a long time.
Calvin turned back towards Dawn Wind and saddened once more. He sighed and thought of a shovel and one appeared in hi hand.
It was the dream. He could have probably just thought of a hole in the fround, but that didn't seem right. He dug the hole himself for his friend and reverently placed the body inthe hole. He then poured dirt back onto it, sealing the hole and thought of a gravestone. It was simple with nothing but a wolf embedded in it. It wouldn't exist in the real world, but Calvin could always come back here.
He had no words to say, but he said a Native American prayer of thanks that his mother had taught him. The words seemed appropriate. He turned back to Nimeda. "You really came herefor me? How did you know?"
She was unique and he owed her a lot. She didn't know how much her prescence had calmed him. He had almost forgotten the warning the wolf that looked like Snow had given him. He wondered what it was about. She seemed harmless enough. He knew however that he would have to leave the dream soon.