Setina Lynour

It can’t be. Darling? Have my prayers been answered? Is it really you standing there, or am I dreaming once more? You look different, your eyes look tired. Hopefully and hesitate she cups your face tracing your face with her talon. Tears well up in her eyes. Darling is it you? Your frame is lighter, your smile saddened. Tears well up in her face and she hugs you, kissing your neck and inhaling your scent for has been many years since she has seen you. I thought I lost you.