Letter/Reply: To Eroseidir
As the day would come to close, as his feet would finally allow him rest, the missive would come. A delicate fluttering bringing to life an intricately sculpted paper art. Shaped into a unique snowflake, it would come to settle beside him as if brought by the first snow of winter. Shimmers of soft blue caught by the light would reflect as it is opened.
My Dearest Wolf,
While time waits for no one, this woman did. Rarely are there moments that time stands still and yet, you have held the back the sands from spilling on at least three occasions.
There are moments when when words fall short of the whispering of the heart, when silence can speak more than voice could ever say. My Lord, there is a need for words to be spoken, I do not mean to say otherwise but, when my eyes were opened last night, when my hand rested against your heart, before your words gave voice to the song in your heart, your eyes spoke volumes.
In the instant you made me yours, in the breath of saying you were mine, the first brick was removed from the walls we each held in place. Where the brick stood as foundation, now stands the mortar that shall hold us together, trust. Where the past wounds have dictated the need for silence, for masks to shield, now lays patience, compassion and the realization that our steps no longer take us on the path we once tread, nor do we travel alone. Even in moments my hand is not in yours, my heart is.
You have led us in this dance, my lord and now, the mouse shall move at the side of the wolf in truth, love and pride.
In the words between your heart and mine...
Mouse
The Music Mouse hears as she writes to her wolf in this moment.
eroseidir
