Finn
Three Years Later
The ocean was bluer than I'd expected.
Even after years of dreaming about it, I never came close to the startling blue that glares up at me. Draka run towards it, sand flying from under her feet. She stops at the edge of the water, staring out at the never ending ocean.
Behind me, Kruk walks heavily up the sand hill. His crutch is all but useless in the sand but he still leans heavily on it.
Even with Hunner helping him as best as he could, Kruk's body had been too broken for too long to heal properly. And while he assures me that he isn't any pain, there's a few times I've seen it in his eyes.
Happy? He asks in hand speak.
Hunner had managed to remove his prison collar, but his neck had been so mangled he hadn't regained his ability to speak and probably never would.
I smile at him, "I'm always happy with you. Thank you for bringing us here."
We could put a house over there, he says before pointing over to a low cliff that overlooks the ocean. With a garden. I could build a boat and fish.
"You?" I laugh. "Fish?"
His body moves with a silent laugh, maybe not fish.
"We have a home," I tell him. "But I wouldn't be opposed to making a trip here every year. Maybe one to celebrate our matting."
His eyes go to my shoulder where his mark is clearly visible. I'd made all of my shirts with a hole over my mark, so that nobody would ever be able to say that I wasn't Kruks.
We can do whatever you want, little mate, he says with a grin.
I match his grin, "whatever I want?" My hands go to his chest and up to his face, grabbing his tusks, "you better be careful saying that. That's how we ended up with a child."
His eyes go to where Draka is sitting in the sand, she needs a sibling.
I laugh and lean in to kiss him, whispering against his lips, "fine but you have to carry this one."