Later in the infirmary as Greenbrush and her husband, Swiftfoot slept in
their quarters, adjacent to the infirmary. One otter, named Turin, had
awakened, the only one they had been sure would survive and he told the
hares about the other two otters. The pair that still slept was his brother
the tall, strong otter, Kiln and his wife the pretty little ottermaid,
Jema. Through the night very little happened until the night hours closest
to morning when Kiln awoke to the dark room, confused to say the least.
He sat up in the bed gripping himself in his arms tightly, running his paws through his fur almost in a sort of disbelief. At what he wasn't sure for his only memories were of the hair and then her face. The face was so clear in his mind, so beautiful and alive, she smiled brightly, a happy gleam in her eyes as she looked at Kiln. He closed his eyes to the dark infirmary trying to remember every little detail about her when suddenly her expression changed as a new memory cropped up.
The sky was dark, rain falling like tears from the clouds about, twisted metal all about him. Everything about him was blurred save for her, her face red, eyes bloodshot and tear filled as she struggled with the blurred mists about her. His eyes swayed from her to the wet rock below, a trail of red flowing over the surface, mixing with the rain as it flowed towards a drain. From his obvious wounds he felt nothing, but seeing her in the pain, cheeks stained with rain and tears. He felt as though somebeast had ripped out his heart and played it like a drum.
His eyes popped open to embrace the dark room again, his eyes slowly adjusted to the low light of a nearly extinguished lamp. He took in the scene before him, a male otter lay in the bed next to him, he felt a sort of connection with him, but his eyes wandered to settle upon the beautiful maiden just beyond. He looked at her with a careful eye, taking in every detail of her shaded form. The light flickered off her dark brown fur giving it a soft look, her face smooth furred and beautiful, something about her was reminiscent of the face in his dreams and nightmares.
He got up slowly, careful not to make a sound and padded over to her bedside, kneeling he took a closer look at the young maid. He ran his paws through her fur gently, over her back causing her to purr softly in her dreams. Kiln smiled softly in the dark as her eye flickered around the room beneath her eyelids; he wondered what she was dreaming. He stared into the closed eyes, trying to place the feelings that bubbled in his mind as he ran his paws through her fur with care.
Beneath her eyelids Jema saw all the pretty little things, a room with soft golden light flickering through the windows. The lovely park, flowers dotting the paths with great trees rising from the well kept grasses giving shade to its visitors. And as always, he was there, a smile on his face as he looked deeply into her eyes, the dark green orbs straining to see every little detail. She could feel him there, arms intertwined as they walked amongst the beauty of the park and then there was the dark.
In her sleep she groaned softly, she could see it, the twisting trails of blood in the rain, winding its way over the hard concrete. She felt a great pain in her heart as all she saw was his features, eyes darkening as his mouth moved, silent words of comfort straining to reach her. In her sleep she felt the comfort of the strong paws that held her in reality. Suddenly her eyes snapped open and she bolted straight up in bed, knocking over Kiln as he gasped in surprise, stubbing his tail on the hard floor.
She looked down at Kiln, her sky blue eyes shining in the dark into his deep emerald eyes, no detail went unnoticed and they could feel a great comfort settle upon the room. For one moment in the darkened room, nothing was questioned as they were lost in those familiar eyes and all was right in their world. Memories came back; all the happiness forgotten was remembered as the universe was brought back into balance. As they stared each spoke a single word.
"Jema . . ." Kiln whispered softly and got up to sit by his wife's side.
"Kiln . . ." Jema replied drawing him close into a tearful embrace. Each felt their backs become streaked with the other's tears as all the anguish flowed out never to return. In the dark room they sat there with each other, thankful for everything, the pasts forgotten in the happiness to come in the future. Not a care or anything, but for the other they laid down in the bed in each other's embrace for a moment of happiness.
"I love you Jema." Kiln cooed softly into his mate's ear as they stared deeply into each other's eyes, searching for the truth that they spoke aloud.
"And I you Kiln." She whispered back as she found it within the deep recesses of his soul, looking through the windows of his eyes. Slowly together they closed their eyes together and as sleep claimed them they saw each other as all dreams came with their hopes for future and the happiness that was. They sleep long into the morning, always with each other, never letting go of the other.
"Ain't it beautiful?" Greenbrush whispered to her husband as they crept into the infirmary softly, she looked at the pair with tearful eyes.
"Oh don't go an break a jolly ol' faucet marm." He whispered softly in her ear as he placed his arms about her shoulders a smile spreading across his battle-hardened features.
"Oh I'll jolly well flood the blinkin' mountain if I wish." She spoke as she jammed an elbow into Swiftfoot's ribs; he winced a little, but kept his arms about his wife as it was all in good fun.
"That you'll do." He pointed out and then they stood silently watching the pair sleep on together in the bed, hopes and dreams running through their minds.
He sat up in the bed gripping himself in his arms tightly, running his paws through his fur almost in a sort of disbelief. At what he wasn't sure for his only memories were of the hair and then her face. The face was so clear in his mind, so beautiful and alive, she smiled brightly, a happy gleam in her eyes as she looked at Kiln. He closed his eyes to the dark infirmary trying to remember every little detail about her when suddenly her expression changed as a new memory cropped up.
The sky was dark, rain falling like tears from the clouds about, twisted metal all about him. Everything about him was blurred save for her, her face red, eyes bloodshot and tear filled as she struggled with the blurred mists about her. His eyes swayed from her to the wet rock below, a trail of red flowing over the surface, mixing with the rain as it flowed towards a drain. From his obvious wounds he felt nothing, but seeing her in the pain, cheeks stained with rain and tears. He felt as though somebeast had ripped out his heart and played it like a drum.
His eyes popped open to embrace the dark room again, his eyes slowly adjusted to the low light of a nearly extinguished lamp. He took in the scene before him, a male otter lay in the bed next to him, he felt a sort of connection with him, but his eyes wandered to settle upon the beautiful maiden just beyond. He looked at her with a careful eye, taking in every detail of her shaded form. The light flickered off her dark brown fur giving it a soft look, her face smooth furred and beautiful, something about her was reminiscent of the face in his dreams and nightmares.
He got up slowly, careful not to make a sound and padded over to her bedside, kneeling he took a closer look at the young maid. He ran his paws through her fur gently, over her back causing her to purr softly in her dreams. Kiln smiled softly in the dark as her eye flickered around the room beneath her eyelids; he wondered what she was dreaming. He stared into the closed eyes, trying to place the feelings that bubbled in his mind as he ran his paws through her fur with care.
Beneath her eyelids Jema saw all the pretty little things, a room with soft golden light flickering through the windows. The lovely park, flowers dotting the paths with great trees rising from the well kept grasses giving shade to its visitors. And as always, he was there, a smile on his face as he looked deeply into her eyes, the dark green orbs straining to see every little detail. She could feel him there, arms intertwined as they walked amongst the beauty of the park and then there was the dark.
In her sleep she groaned softly, she could see it, the twisting trails of blood in the rain, winding its way over the hard concrete. She felt a great pain in her heart as all she saw was his features, eyes darkening as his mouth moved, silent words of comfort straining to reach her. In her sleep she felt the comfort of the strong paws that held her in reality. Suddenly her eyes snapped open and she bolted straight up in bed, knocking over Kiln as he gasped in surprise, stubbing his tail on the hard floor.
She looked down at Kiln, her sky blue eyes shining in the dark into his deep emerald eyes, no detail went unnoticed and they could feel a great comfort settle upon the room. For one moment in the darkened room, nothing was questioned as they were lost in those familiar eyes and all was right in their world. Memories came back; all the happiness forgotten was remembered as the universe was brought back into balance. As they stared each spoke a single word.
"Jema . . ." Kiln whispered softly and got up to sit by his wife's side.
"Kiln . . ." Jema replied drawing him close into a tearful embrace. Each felt their backs become streaked with the other's tears as all the anguish flowed out never to return. In the dark room they sat there with each other, thankful for everything, the pasts forgotten in the happiness to come in the future. Not a care or anything, but for the other they laid down in the bed in each other's embrace for a moment of happiness.
"I love you Jema." Kiln cooed softly into his mate's ear as they stared deeply into each other's eyes, searching for the truth that they spoke aloud.
"And I you Kiln." She whispered back as she found it within the deep recesses of his soul, looking through the windows of his eyes. Slowly together they closed their eyes together and as sleep claimed them they saw each other as all dreams came with their hopes for future and the happiness that was. They sleep long into the morning, always with each other, never letting go of the other.
"Ain't it beautiful?" Greenbrush whispered to her husband as they crept into the infirmary softly, she looked at the pair with tearful eyes.
"Oh don't go an break a jolly ol' faucet marm." He whispered softly in her ear as he placed his arms about her shoulders a smile spreading across his battle-hardened features.
"Oh I'll jolly well flood the blinkin' mountain if I wish." She spoke as she jammed an elbow into Swiftfoot's ribs; he winced a little, but kept his arms about his wife as it was all in good fun.
"That you'll do." He pointed out and then they stood silently watching the pair sleep on together in the bed, hopes and dreams running through their minds.