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Toren is hacking away at a tree, massive wood chips fly through the air that smells a bit smokey, one went into his eye “damn it!” toren yelled as he had to rub the woodchip out. He sighs and looks over at Lira, giggling only 8, her curly brown hair and green eyes reflecting the starry sky above “ i do it for you” he thought as he sees her beaming “you’re so silly papa” she says, trying to contain her amusement Toren can tell shes clearly hiding something behind her back, “here i bet this will make you feel better” she says playfully, Toren sighs and feels his heart soften as she hands him a yellow flower “papa it looks like a star right!?”she says excitedly, “Maras favorite” he thinks. Its been 6 years since she left this world. And he hasnt stopped thinking about her since. “Do you remember mommy?” Lira thought for a moment looked almost ashamed and quietly said “no” kicking the dirt in quiet embarrassment. “I’ll tell you about mommy some more he said” pulling up a wood stump and grabbing lira squealing and giggling, he places her on his knee and begins to recall, a look of warmth in his eyes. Your mother and I met one quiet day, I was out tending the sheep, feeding them their daily mixture of grains and barely, “did they like it” said Lira, Toren laughed, well some preferred grass but they gave me mean looks when only some got it. His tone steadied and he sighed greatly, his warm breathe tickling Liras little face. I saw this girl out in the field, she couldnt be much younger than me, toren paused for a moment, trying to keep his composure in front of his little star. lira raised an eyebrow, toren clearing his throat continued. She looked sad, a lamb lay at her knees, on its side. “Oh no” she said “oh no no no”... Lira interrupted, “maybe it was sleepy” I dont think so… said Toren, quietly. he clears his throat and continues to tell the story. “Can i help you miss?” Toren exclaimed, not totally aware of the situation… she gasped, not expecting anyone to be watching her and trembling slowly turned to meet his eyes with hers. They were stained with tears and red. a look of devistation. “this poor thing” she sobs burying her head in her hands. “i fed him every day and and…” Broken neck… a wolf. toren thought. A cool breeze rippled the field. His gaze returned to the girl. she crys more, howling in her cries, as if that will somehow bring it back. Heaving in her grief she beats the ground with her fist. Toren was haunted. It shook him to his core, he had a faint memory of such grief when at his grandmas funeral. His grandpa cried in a similar way, as if she’d hear it and come down from heaven, one last time. He was a child then, but he knew what to do now. He embraced her with all his strength. Her tears soaked into his shirt.
