The Call
~Kitty
Tiny Epilogue
The snowmobile came to a halt at the edge of the frozen river. It was dark, oppressively so, and the piercing ray of yellow from the machine's headlights cut a narrow swath through the daytime darkness. And when he cut the engine, the darkness plunged in like a wave washing the world away and there was nothingness around him. The trek into town was a dreary one. With a minuscule population, it was a wonder that any services functioned at all. But he managed to find his way to the airstrip on memory alone, the starlight providing just enough visibility to avoid stumbling over the uneven piles of snow.
The usual package awaited him. And a parcel he had not been expecting. His name was neatly handwritten on the label in a curving bouncy slant he'd become familiar with other the past several months and his mood lifted dramatically to receive the surprise delivery.
The drive back to his cabin was brief, the parcel tucked protectively into his jacket, beside his heart. And in the yellow flickering light of his cabin, he carefully unfolded the wrappings to find a soft, hand knit scarf and a simple leather folder. His hands caressed the red yarn, enjoying the soft, plush material. Alone in his isolation, with no one to save face in front of, he allowed an unguarded smile to cross his face, eyes warm and soft as he held up the gift. He then turned curiously to the leather folder, flipping it open to find a handwritten note and a collection of painted paper.
Hi Inuyasha!
Sucks that you're internet's been down these few weeks. Miroku and Sango are worried you got washed away by an avalanche or something.
It must be dark all the time where you are now. Here's some pictures to remind you what the sun looks like!
Kagome
Deep green forest, sun kissed mountains, fireweed and willow, caribou, weasel, moose. A snap of a hawk dominating the sky, the flip of a grayling as it snagged an insect on the water's surface. Some candid, others posed, he flipped through the photos slowly, recalling the circumstances around every picture. A wash of memory flooded through him, the warmth of the sun on his back, the surprise of glacial meltwater on his legs. Her awed, breathless wonder at every small detail of his wild, mountain home. And more prominently, the press of soft warm lips against his. At once, he felt her presence around him, filling up the small, lonely space and he slept easy that night, the gold-tinted colors of her pictures splashed across his dreams.
A/N: Really just a quick blurb so I can mention the real epilogue/sequel (i'm shameless i know)... Posting it shortly... it's The Call: Ripples in the Snow