a bark rang out in the air for a moment, the young princess taking note of the relaxed tone. it was a welcoming change from the biting & snarling that usual wild dogs would greet her with ( of course, she still had a rather good past with most canines )
eyes carefully watch the dog trot behind her, a sense of familiarity washing over her features. slowly eyes would begin to tear away from his figure, and towards the approaching castle wall.
her lips part in a gentle sigh, barely strong enough to flutter a butterfly’s wing, her words becoming the same. ‘ you know, I often catch myself talking to animals. it’s weird, isn’t it ? my father used to criticize me about it, before he . . . well, died. although I find myself often doing it, maybe because animals are such good listeners. ‘
IT FELT WRONG hearing her speak about this, in a sense. perhaps it would be different if he were nothing but a feral beast, with not enough sentience to UNDERSTAND the words coming out of her mouth and the tone to it. but that is not the case.
so, in response he started to walk by her side, as if trying to say “i understand, i know what you mean. it’s okay now.” perhaps it was not his place to do so because he also knew that after such things, after all is said and done it is never to be the same again.
the longing to go BACK is ever so strong when such TRAGEDIES occur. he craned his neck and looked up at her, those wild blue eyes staring at her as she spoke. it was DIFFERENT for everyone, their tragedies, yet at the same time... they were the same.