Still.....
Sylviana came out to join him on the ledge, which through the softening
snow, was once more discernible as the same from which she had first
surveyed the confines of her new existence, and the untamable world that
was to be the only home of her adulthood. Putting her hand through
Kalus' arm and nestling against him, both felt emotion stir inside
them, as sleeping dreams and fears alike, awoke to the possibilities of
the coming Spring.
The two looked at each other. And without speaking, both knew that the
mountains they had been forced to climb were too high, the valleys they
had endured, too abysmal and black. Somehow a quieter space must be
found, where they could rest and recover their spirits, and climb no
higher feeling than gentle warm affection and peace. Such, at least,
was their desire.
'I miss the tiger,' said Kalus quietly. 'I knew he would have
to go. But still.'
'I miss Akar,' she began. Then suddenly striking upon the heart
of her emotions. 'I miss my FATHER.' Tears welled in her eyes.
'He never knew, because I didn't. . .how much I loved him.' She
lowered her head and cried silently. 'How could I have been such a
fool?'
Feeling awkward, for all their time together, he gently took her hand
and rubbed it. For a time neither spoke.
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