Roughly 29 years ago
Will you be okay?
Yeah, she replied half-heartedly. She looked up at the young man in front of her, smiling and watching him nod with probably the same amount of doubt as she carried. The tension in the small shack was larger than the space it enclosed. If ever there was a way to make such an emotion an entity, the walls would burst from their poorly-fastened rivets, screws, and nails, pushing the wood and sheet metal out in all directions, then the roof would cave in faster than how it was caving in with the amount of snow still on it. But, at least for now, things remained relatively quiet. Relatively is such a tossed-around word though. It was uncomfortably quiet. A different kind of quiet, one that can make ones own nerves twist across the bone in anticipation, scraping passed tendons and ligaments, bundle into the stomach and rest there, waiting, just waiting for the right moment to reach the heart, strangle it, then work toward the throat where it would remain, then ooze out in the form of tears. For this was not a normal time this day had been much different.
Is um, she going to be okay?
The younger vixen looked up at him. Her husband had to at least be six years older than her, and barely seemed to fit the clothes he wore. Loose pants were held up with suspenders that had hardened in some areas, the way leather always does when it was left to deteriorate over time. His shirt hinted at once being white, but was now a mixture of colors, from brown to black, especially the left side of his collar, which he used more for a napkin than decoration, it seemed. His shoes were partway gone the leather worn to the point where it had cracked across the tops and exposed rags which had been used to pack up the holes to prevent frostbite from walking outside. His black hair was matted, messy, and greasy no sign of proper bathing was apparent. He was disgusting, comical, poor, and probably smelled of something horrible. But that didnt matter to her, he was beautiful, the shy and heart-of-gold drifter she had come to know and love. But she couldnt answer him, not now. She didnt know how hed take it if she tried to give the true answer what she really felt like saying. She was quick with a readied lie. I think so, Kirin. Just give it some time, I remember my mother told me sometimes it can take a while for them to wake up. At least shes still breathing.
Kirin nodded dumbly, fetching some hot water off their pot-belly stove and doused a towel in the warm liquid. He gave it to his wife, who nestled it in her lap, covered with blankets. Youll probably need more warmth.
She smiled back at him. Ill be fine. Why dont you read a story in the meantime? It will help to pass the time.
He nodded again, picking up a chapter book that had been worn to just pages the book cover itself was missing. He flipped to the page he last left off and began reading in his usual slow pace. And when it comes to pass that the time of hardship sets like the red sun across the hills and streams bestowed upon us by the Almighty, the crops will bloom with freedom for our fallen brothers in Listonia. Their lands will re-unite with the vulpine home world under the cover of moonlight, and just… justice will be had to those who once per-secuted them. Like a thief in the night, I, Max Venavle, will topple the o-pressive re um, regimes and bring peace to the Land of Blood. I write this without fear or guile this is my word, and my word is as good as a delayed action, only time separates it from truth. Almighty willing, those who call themselves Listonian will be Listonian no longer, but Vekaiyun, pure and immediately placed back into the vulpine fold, the apparent hex of St. Aiya removed, the suffering of their impious deeds paid in full by the lives of millions before them. Their time is not now, but soon. But, like the coming of the next harvest moon, it should be an-ti-cipated. Wake up! For I have come to re-store what is right, and remove the evil that surrounds it. Set down your sickles and shovels, and arm you-
The words were silenced by a soft cry. A long paused soon followed as the couple held their respective breaths; the husband watching as he softly put the book down.
Is she okay? he finally asked.
His wife nodded. Yes, she replied with a smile over the cries. She removed the blankets to reveal a small vulpine kit, apparently just born. It was the words of Venavle which brought woke her up.
Kirin grinned. She likes those words. They watched as the child opened her eyes.
Crystal blue, his wife replied, like the stream.
Pulling up a chair, Kirin maintained his grin as he watched the two. You should name her.
Im too exhausted to name her right now, she replied.
He knew it took nearly the entire day to have their child, but it was all lost on him right now. Things looked like they were going to be okay the moment couldnt just end on a paused note. Please? If you do, I will… look at those lessons you made for me.
Oh, alright, she replied. Read to yourself too, youre getting better at it. She paused, gazing into their childs eyes. Ile… llesira is her first name. She needs a name that reflects her eyes. The second one Venavila, after Max, because of his words. Maybe hell give us a better to world to live in, and her middle name will be honorable to that.
Kirin nodded. Ilesira Venavila Evesuni. It fits her perfectly, he said.
She yawned as Kirin helped cover them with blankets. Thank you, Kirin Stapen Evesuni, she replied with a smile.
Were going to address each other by all our names now?
No, she laughed. But you started it. Its important she knows her father too before she sleeps again, though.