She felt his muscles retract, ease from their brace back into a much less ridged posture and her sand paper tongue stroked his wounds. His uninjured wing came across like a blanket that shielded her from the cruelty her world had. Blocked her eyes thankfully from the image of Greachís dead corpse with her past suitorís heart that even now, unseen to the naked eyes but she was sure, was being disposed of in only the way her world could. It tugged at her motherly instincts and leaded her chest with tightening pressure. She would never be a mother again. Her ears pressed back in defeat as she found the soothing rhythms of cleaning the wound nothing more than machine movements of comfort and life.
A primal and hollow sound erupted from Jinijzís throat, bizarre sound that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She paused to rise her vision up to his snout level, took his action into her mind as her head cocked to determine the purpose. The reason such a noise was required. His eyes was closed, was this how he showed he was pleased, his purr as it were? Again it poured forth, slightly different, it made her think of Greachís squeak and how he persisted to make it after her yowl. Was it mimicking like a kit does a mother? Curious was how Nyr found it, her grooming resumed with a new pace as her light pink tongue flickered out.
A new sensation, a soft and light raking of claws ran though her thick fur. It scratched gently across the scalp and felt wonderful, different from a tongue that made small paths that stopped in intervals while thisÖwent in long soothing paths. Down the length of her body, petting her spine from the head top past the ears, with an accord of sounds made a lovely melody. It complimented her loud motor, a delight in his touch, like a lullaby to the world around them. For the moment it was just them lost in a bubble of healing, faded from pain their choices had caused.
CrackÖNyrís ear shot up, catching the sound with wide eyes. Both stood breathless, edged and fearful as three creatures one by one came into the world. Their skin was sliver like and metallic, six laces like dragonfly wings hummed with energy as it hovered them into the air. Thin spindly legs touched the egg shell edge delicately as it took to the air, a fresh primal air of its first breath. There was a slick fluttering sound with their darting motions while they rushed about playfully the odd pair of animals. Nyr couldnít take her eyes off them, her paw twitched to lash gently out and swat one from the air but she didnít. They strange trails of light that followed that hissed behind like sparklers that light up the space.
It buzzed and sizzled, crackled in brightly colored sparks that broke apart. Her eyes followed their paths of bright colors and faded zipping sounds into the distance. The world was theirs to explore. Nyr narrowed her eyes upon the remaining eggs with wonder, unable to determine what other surprises might lay underneath the thick protective shells but her heart couldnít bare another kitÖ yet. With that thought lingered on her mind Nyr pushed up, desire to move on and place as much distance away from her kit would amend the empty sense of loss only a mother could feel. There was no description for how dead she was inside from the sight of his body, just limp and lay there without that charge or energy raging though all young animals.
Her blunt snout lowered as it punted briefly what remain of Jinijzís eggs before paused to glance back over to him. Once more she butted it towards the sack. It was time to move on; she tried to tell him and repeated her actions until he got the idea of her intentions. If he came to move the eggs, Nyr would slide to the side and allow him, unwilling to have anymore interaction with his precious cargo then was necessary out of fear that any would hatch. At this point her grief was too great to properly care for another. First her own heart needed fixed before she could let care again.
She needed a place of her own and an oasis from her past came into her mind, in the waning period it would nothing more than a dust bowl of grassy prairie as far as her eye could see. Nyrís feline eyes rose to the skies, now filled with new and familiar spores drifting upon the winds. Fluffy and multiple colors floated by the millions. Released by the newly grown plants, Jinijzís gifts had brought an overdue end to the waning period of her dying world and give a hope for a future. Yet only three of the eggs had hatched, there still others that could bring much more life and wonder. The cat sat, watched in awe and surprise at the sight that soon had other animals, big and small, mill to feed like a great many unusual fishes to the worldís surface. Tiny digging creatures, predators, even small number of herbivores began to show themselves before the plant spores that provided food and life.
A small dandelion like tuff rode the wind over to Nyr caused her to bat it down, scooped it between her paws while she stared at it. Her delicate and triangle nose pulsed with curiosity at scent while a course tongue slipped out to drag it into her mouth. It melted like cotton candy with a taste like Brussels sprouts, a fresh green taste of plant fiber and tender. She turned to Jinijz if he was near her by now and planted a quick lick, a thank you for the gift she knew he bestowed on her world. It was time to move onward while she waited for his mount upon her narrow back before she would begin to move out and towards a place she hoped to call home, a chance to raise another kit in place she could make safe this timeÖ or try to. Until then it was the two of them.