Faith
"Tell me child, do you have no faith?"
To this question of heart Uls could only answer:"I don't know…." Saying this he pressed the gentle hands that cupped his face and turned away from the robbed woman.
Hugging himself closely he was much the resemblance of an abandoned infant eager to crawl back to the womb it came from, yet to Diane seeing her only son duck away from her warm and loving touch Uls looked more like a coward. She didn't loved him any less of that.
"Are you cold? Speak to me, son, I am here for you."
Uls did not respond immediately, and first Diane wanted to add that she was always there for him, then she simply took him in her arms. Despite his shiverring and coldness she could feel his troubled soul flickering a bizar dance inside him, and she wished she knew how to make it shine its bright light upon the world again. Following her instinct, she hold him closer and held him to her bosom.
Some time went past, and in the far distance the sun shone its gold upon the fields and lands in the valley, warming their faces still. Great blackbirds flew low over their heads to settle in the large oaks before the house, their flapping wings the only sound next to the soft breezes steering up the leaves. Son and mother sat quietly on the stairs of the black house, so called because it was made out of pelkin wood, reknown for its dark coloured core. If ever, this was a perfect setting for Diane to find out what had caused this pain in her offspring, although bringing it up could bristle her poor redhead to the unyielding state again. Now, he looked more staler, and his stare had a start of that hoarsely look, too feeble to break down with words of question and prying.