by catch » Fri Jul 29, 2011 5:33 am
Reason? Ser Glenn always had reasons. But Catch was not one to question how they were good, or how they were bad. He didn't understand the plodding, stoic farmers, so how was he supposed to understand the twisty paths of Ser Glenn's intelligent mind? But ah! The Dreamlady. Catch's eyes grow distant and dream-like. It was why she was the Dreamlady, was it not?
"She is the Dreamlady. She is Wild." More riddles, but it's not Catch's fault. He wasn't even certain what a riddle was. "She has little snakes in her hair, but they don't bite. And she has a wolf in her belly, but it's not like mine. It is..." Catch struggles with the word, his brows twisting childishly, the corner of his mouth twitching and lifting with the effort. "... it's Wild, but not bad. N-not like mine. We go running together, under the moonlight." Just speaking of it quickened Catch's blood, and he wriggled on the bed in remembered joy, of the speed and swiftness and the fierce, unrelenting rightness that he felt when they ran.