No matter how slow she walked, the time seemed to fly by. She had waited for Travis long enough. And Keith?s ruthless note got her to snap into action. The song never ended. Her father?s cries were too much. She couldn?t put off the necessities any longer. Putting their petty differences aside for the shared love of Virgil Rosewinds, Chase walked beside Travis throughout the Journey.
Words were not exchanged beyond subtle comments involving their environment, of the Australians minor questions involving details of the circus. She'd answer them in her soft, deathened voice. Yet, even with the silence, Travis kept close to her. They would brush arms softly every now and then. When the winds grew harsh for whatever reason, Travis would wrap an arm around her. His excuse to do this was to rule out the possibility of her being blown away. He always kept close to his Rose.
Her thoughts filled the gaps of her footsteps. Her miseries wrote a song for her during her long journey to the circus. She had called Jukes to get the estimated location of the Circus. It was on a temporary hiatus. The biggest star, her father, was out of commission. Tears were the flowing fluid of the hour. Of the day. Of the hours. Of every step. Sometimes, she would dismiss them with a wipe. Other times, she would pretend she didn?t notice her dry riverbeds along her crestfallen face.
Her father?s lack of will to live wasn?t what filled her ears. The message of his song to her was how much he wanted to leave this world to enter the realm of the dead. He wanted to die. And be freed of his misery. Being the conduit of the very essence of absolute freedom, it was inevitable.
He knew what her adopted daughter was. She couldn?t find it in herself to be mad at him. There was too much else to think about for her to indulge herself in petty emotional responses. Room for any kind of emotional response was automatically reserved for sobless tears.
She had left Rhydin earlier in the day time. Just after dawn, she left. She passed the Inn dutifully. How could she ignore a place that gave her so much? She felt guilty for leaving without announcement. And on such short notice. But Travis's company was comfort enough for her.
Words were not exchanged beyond subtle comments involving their environment, of the Australians minor questions involving details of the circus. She'd answer them in her soft, deathened voice. Yet, even with the silence, Travis kept close to her. They would brush arms softly every now and then. When the winds grew harsh for whatever reason, Travis would wrap an arm around her. His excuse to do this was to rule out the possibility of her being blown away. He always kept close to his Rose.
Her thoughts filled the gaps of her footsteps. Her miseries wrote a song for her during her long journey to the circus. She had called Jukes to get the estimated location of the Circus. It was on a temporary hiatus. The biggest star, her father, was out of commission. Tears were the flowing fluid of the hour. Of the day. Of the hours. Of every step. Sometimes, she would dismiss them with a wipe. Other times, she would pretend she didn?t notice her dry riverbeds along her crestfallen face.
Her father?s lack of will to live wasn?t what filled her ears. The message of his song to her was how much he wanted to leave this world to enter the realm of the dead. He wanted to die. And be freed of his misery. Being the conduit of the very essence of absolute freedom, it was inevitable.
He knew what her adopted daughter was. She couldn?t find it in herself to be mad at him. There was too much else to think about for her to indulge herself in petty emotional responses. Room for any kind of emotional response was automatically reserved for sobless tears.
She had left Rhydin earlier in the day time. Just after dawn, she left. She passed the Inn dutifully. How could she ignore a place that gave her so much? She felt guilty for leaving without announcement. And on such short notice. But Travis's company was comfort enough for her.