Walking along I thought of Dragh - where was he? Was he ok? How could he find the way to the group?
I broke a little twig here, notched a branch there - took a stone and carved a large arrow into the mossy barks. This kept me occupied until...
Why, Kiya? ... Well, you should know, Freud... Ahah, don't lie to me... Phhh!... Kiya, you're just abandoning the group! Nope, I'm not - they've got each other... Kiya? ... Get lost, old man
I hurled a stick into the underbushes, chasing up a flock of birds.
"Sorry! Put the blame on him..."
Forcing my alter ego out of my mind, I concentrated on the way, getting bored - I touched my crystal. [color:"a0a0ff"] Sharp cry of an eagle, searching its nest... wind, wafting around abandoned ruins... last howl of a wolf... the moon... [/color]
Well? Admit it at least to yourself, Kiya!... Aw, ok, old man, I'm running away, so what? Are you calling the hangman now?.... Silence...
I trudged on and on for hours, my inner voice and the rest of me in a nice lasting battle of wills. Then - at last! I knew what to do:
I sat down on a boulder, touched my crystal again and sent a call: [color:"a0a0ff"]My companion, where are you?... Come to me... come... shaggy fur... yellow eyes... padding paws... Woolfy...[/color]
I waited and sent... calling - singing - waiting - hoping.
Afte some time a grey shadow glided up and stood in front me: My werewolf had come at last! I fell around both necks and buried my face into his fur, crying and laughing at the same time. He stood completely still.. the pain in my heart slowly eased and we continued the journey together. I was on my way home!
