06-06-2020, 05:20 PM
As his words fade, he hears the steps of another, causing his heart to jump into his throat. He holds his breath, inwardly moaning at his bad luck as he squeezes his eyes shut. The stranger comes closer, and closer, sending Clegane's mind is reeling with one hundred different options for escape. Luckily, in his moment of panic, he isn't able to settle on a satisfactory plan, and he remains where he lays as the scent of her reaches him.
With a little gasp, his eyes snap open as he realizes that this is no stranger - that maybe his bad luck was just the opposite.
"Bean!" He never thought he would see her here, that she would see him here, like this. But he does not have enough pride to wish she hadn't found him, or to shy away from the smiling face that comes pushing through the ferns. Often he had thought of the meadow, when his stomach was tied up in knots too tight to let him sleep, and she had always been there. Slanting golden sunlight and Jumping Bean; playing their encounter over in his mind had given him a soft-warm kind of comfort that made his dreams easier to find, and sweeter once he found them.
But for now, sleep is instantly forgotten and he rises awkwardly to press his bumpy muzzle into the soft velvet of her own with a whuff. He doesn't stop to think that maybe she wouldn't want to touch such a nose, not until they have come together. But the thought is gone as quickly as it came because he liked Bean, Bean liked him, and her smile is easy.
"I don't know how you did it," he laughs, the gloom he had been simmering in suddenly feeling far away and unimportant, "but I'm so happy to see you." Somewhere far away a wolf's howl cuts through the damp and a shiver ripples across his silvery-brown shoulder. But his eyes fondly take in the mist colored feather in her mane, and his jagged smile doesn't falter. "I hope you aren't just passing thought, or if you are... maybe I could go with you?"
With a little gasp, his eyes snap open as he realizes that this is no stranger - that maybe his bad luck was just the opposite.
"Bean!" He never thought he would see her here, that she would see him here, like this. But he does not have enough pride to wish she hadn't found him, or to shy away from the smiling face that comes pushing through the ferns. Often he had thought of the meadow, when his stomach was tied up in knots too tight to let him sleep, and she had always been there. Slanting golden sunlight and Jumping Bean; playing their encounter over in his mind had given him a soft-warm kind of comfort that made his dreams easier to find, and sweeter once he found them.
But for now, sleep is instantly forgotten and he rises awkwardly to press his bumpy muzzle into the soft velvet of her own with a whuff. He doesn't stop to think that maybe she wouldn't want to touch such a nose, not until they have come together. But the thought is gone as quickly as it came because he liked Bean, Bean liked him, and her smile is easy.
"I don't know how you did it," he laughs, the gloom he had been simmering in suddenly feeling far away and unimportant, "but I'm so happy to see you." Somewhere far away a wolf's howl cuts through the damp and a shiver ripples across his silvery-brown shoulder. But his eyes fondly take in the mist colored feather in her mane, and his jagged smile doesn't falter. "I hope you aren't just passing thought, or if you are... maybe I could go with you?"
