Why accept my help, then? Why not just get up and leave? He seemed genuinely curious about the answer.
I’ve never met a hellhound before, I continued softly as a gentle flow of power moved outward from me in waves. I gotta say you’ve got the scary image down but I don’t think you’re as bad as everyone says. And if you gave me a chance you’d see that I’m actually a nice person. And I don’t taste good at all.The growling petered out as one dog then the other lay on the floor, whining and still watching me warily.
I always wanted a dog, a big one like a Great Dane or German Shepherd. I never imagined one as big as you though. I let myself imagine one of these beasts living in our apartment and laughed softly. I’d like to see Nate’s face if I brought home something like you.One of the great black bodies shuffled forward a few inches. I looked down at my lap, pretending to ignore them. I focused my power and it filled my voice. I wish you understood that we only want to find our little friends and take them home. I know you’re just doing what you were taught to do but you don’t have to hurt anyone anymore.Nails scraped on stone as the closest hound moved. I held my breath as a heavy black head laid itself in my lap. Biting my lip, I raised a tentative hand and touched the creature’s wide forehead. The hair was thick but softer than I’d imagined and I pushed my fingers through it, amazed by the texture. What a beautiful beast you are, I said as my fear gave way to wonder.
The hound let out a shuddering sigh as my hands rubbed its powerful jaw and thick neck. Whimpering nearby made me look up at the second dog that had ventured closer but hadn’t decided whether or not to trust me yet.It’s okay, I crooned to him. I know exactly how you feel. I have trouble trusting people too.
The second hound inched forward until his nose rested on my ankle. I continued to pet the huge head on my lap while directing more calming power at his brother.
A most interesting picture, said a heavily accented voice I’d hoped to never hear again. A tamer of trolls and the devil’s beasts. So many gifts you have, young one. Such a curiosity. It is no wonder so many seek to possess you.A good cry is like letting loose the steam from a pipe. Gotta do it before it bursts.
Carson blew her nose. I’m crying a lot lately.Oh, God . . . Carson said with a long sigh.
You and I, we’re both participating in the cycle of life. The beginning and the end. I find that kind of reassuring, don’t you?We all enter and leave this world alone. Lucille tapped Carson’s hand, drawing back her attention. But it’s sharing our lives with others what makes life worth living. And makes the leaving easier. When your time comes, you know you’re leaving a part of yourself behind, with them.