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Raiser Superior Lark had woken from a nightmare with a sudden panic, her sides heaving with sobs. The petite calico stumbled from Post Kilo into the darkness of the tunnels, not wanting to wake the tykes. It had been a long time since she had woken from her sleep like that, and it disturbed her peace of mind. She had thought she was doing well- why was this happening to her again? Trying to distract herself, she made the decision to walk the tunnels to calm down. However, she barely got thirty steps in before she spotted another shadowy figure heading towards her. She looked closer, finally making out the figure of Reisi, and her heart did an awkward skip. He was one of her only male friends, and it pained her to think of anyone she respected seeing her like this, tears still fresh in her eyes. In a futile effort to mask her distress, she stared at the ground. "Evening, Reisi."
Reisi was no stranger to late nights. He was generally busy during the day so he liked to take a bit of time at night to sort through his thoughts and relax before he went to bed for the evening. Almast used to join him for such occasions, but now he was lucky if she even let him see their tykes. He didn't know when she had gotten so angry at him or how it had even happened, but now it was nothing but a tangled mess to sort out. He sighed quietly. He would have to try to speak with her again tomorrow and see if there was a way they could work something out. For now, he should probably be heading to bed.
Well, that was what he originally thought until he heard Lark. He looked over to great her and his eyes widened for a moment. She had been crying. Should he ask her if she was alright? Would that be prying? He didn't want to upset her further. Honestly he wasn't the type to just ignore someone else's problems though so after a moment, his gaze softened. "Good evening. Is everything alright?" The moment he asked this, he silently cursed himself. Of course she wasn't alright. People didn't just cry for the fun of it. "I'm sorry. That probably wasn't the best question to ask. You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
It was inevitable that he would notice, but it still sent a pang of anxiety through her. But maybe this was a good thing- she had never told anyone the full extent of her past before, and though she liked to think she was doing better, the weight she held still ate away at her. And Reisi had been a good friend to her so far. She lifted her gaze again, meeting his eyes with her pale amber ones.
“I’m not really alright.” She admitted, shuffling her paws. “But I do need someone to talk to. Can we go somewhere and chat- if you have the time to spare, of course.” Lark hated to be a burden to anyone, but she knew she needed a confidant.
"I have time." Honestly, he was just glad he hadn't upset her further by asking her if she was alright. He was still concerned though. He hadn't seen Lark like this before. Was there something he could do to help? Probably not, but he would listen to her at least." He pushed himself to his paws and beckoned for her to follow him. He was heading for one of the tunnels that had recently been discovered. It led to an underground lake with an island at the center. Commander Mars was still trying to decide what to do with the island, but for now, that seemed like a nice and quiet spot to talk.
She followed in relative silence, only speaking as they entered the cavern that held the expansive underground lake. Normally she would have been speechless at the sight, but her mind was elsewhere at the moment. “How much do you know about my past?” The soft-voiced she-cat spoke up as they sat, looking at dull sparkle of the water in front of them. She mainly wanted to know how much backstory was necessary to explain the tears he had seen in her eyes. Apprehension gripped her at the thought of reliving it, but she knew she needed to.
Reisi was a bit surprised about the question, but he tried his best not to show it. What did he know about her past? Honestly not much at all. He only knew what she had told him. He had been open with her about his own past from the start. Well, aside from the complicated relationship that he had with Almast. Although that was common knowledge since the fact that Almast's tykes belonged to him wasn't exactly a secret. "Honestly, I only know what you have shared with me." He allowed his fur to brush hers, trying to comfort her somehow. Whatever this was, he could tell it had hurt her, but until he knew what it was, he didn't know what he could do to help.
Lark, unsure how to unload the story, decided to go from the beginning and recount everything. “I was born outside the Regime, as you know. Above ground. I was born to rogue parents, and I wasn’t very good at what they wanted me to be good at. I couldn’t hunt, or fight. So they left me when I was six moons old, after a lot of neglect on their part.” The Superior shifted as she spoke, her eyes locked safely on the water so she wouldn’t cry again. “I joined the Regime for protection. I wasn’t a good Mercenary or Scout, so I spent time as a Guider cadet. I met a tom on a trip to the surface. He was charming. He seemed to care about me like no one else did. I didn’t know him well, but we had tykes. I was young- too young. All four of them died before I could name them.” Lark paused for a long beat, stilling her anxious breath.
“It ripped out a part of me. I thought- I thought my mate would take care of me, but he decided it was too much for him, and he left. I haven’t seen him since.” Steeling herself, Lark turned her pale amber eyes onto Reisi. “I was in a bad place for a long time. I became a Raiser to fill that hole. I thought I was better, but some nights I still remember in my dreams. I was so excited for my tykes- I remember how quickly my happiness turned to horror at the first dead baby that came from my womb. I remember pleading with some higher power that just one of my children would be alive. Just one little one that I could hold on to. But none of them made it.”
Lark inhaled sharply, stopping herself. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to dump this on you.”
Reisi had listened to her story in silence. At first he wasn't sure how to respond to her story. He didn't believe there was anything he could really say to help her. After a moment however, he shifted so that he was sitting closer to her. At first he was reluctant since he wasn't sure how she was going to respond, but after a moment he licked her ear and drew her in close to his side. "I'm sorry...I had no idea...And here he had been speaking of his own tykes to her for so long without even realizing that the subject may very well be painful for her. "He shouldn't have abandoned you like that, not after what you went through."
Reisi had never been angry at someone he didn't even know before now. How could he have left her when she had needed him most? He hoped that wherever that foolish tom was now, he had realized just what he had lost. For the moment, he pushed all of his own problems aside. "You realize you can talk to me about anything right?" It had been a while since he had been this close to anyone. He had been hurt after what happened with Almast and he had been reluctant to trust anyone else, but at the moment that hardly seemed to matter. He just knew he wanted to protect Lark from getting hurt again.
Lark felt a rush of gratitude, pressing her muzzle into his shoulder. This was a strange experience- she had never opened up like this, not since her ex-mate, and Reisi had been so kind. She had been mistrustful at first- her past had left her wary of toms, but Reisi's touch mellowed that fear. "I know," she responded quietly, letting the tension in his shoulder dissipate. She sat for a long beat, simply enjoying the luxury of a kind touch.
"You couldn't have known." She reassured him when she felt comfortable speaking again. "I haven't told anyone. And don't worry that you'll say the wrong things around me- I've helped others give birth and helped raise tykes that weren't mine. Those experiences were more therapeutic than harmful... this was too. Thank you again- I feel like a huge weight is off my shoulders, after carrying it alone for so long."
"I'm glad you finally found your true calling. The tykes adore you as well." His voice was still soft. He felt a small purr rising in his throat. "If...If you ever wanted a family of your own..." He paused and shook his head. He couldn't say that right after she had told him about her first litter. She might think he was insensitive. Instead he just rested his chin on top of her head. "I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me this. You don't have to worry about me ever hurting you. I'll take care of you." It was a bold claim, especially when he wasn't completely certain that she cared for him like he did for her. The statement had just come out before he had time to think about it.
“Thank you, Reisi.” Lark purred faintly, letting out a deep breath. “I think... I think I will want my own family one day. When that day comes, I’ll let you know.” She felt her heart stir and heat tinge her cheeks at her forward talk- hours earlier she wouldn’t have been able to tell him that. But something in her had loosened enough to trust Reisi more. “I know you won’t hurt me. You’re a great tom, Reisi.”
This comment made Reisi smile. "Then I'll be looking forward to that day." He hadn't gotten much of a chance to raise his first litter. Almast had seen to that. Now that she was finally starting to talk to him again, it was honestly just a little too late. He was moving on and he had found someone that actually made him happy.
