05-21-2021, 11:02 AM
Was she supposed to be out here? Definitely not. Had she done it anyway? Duh. Saturnelle meandered through trees far smaller than the ones she was used to, dusty wings held close to her back like a rigid cape. It was wonderful breathing in the cool evening air tinged as it was with the thrill of adventure.
She'd had to move slowly when leaving home. Too fast, and a comet's tail of green began to flow behind her. A dead giveaway of her misbehavior, if anyone thought to look for it. Once the ponderosa were at her back, she began to move more quickly. What she was looking for, she wasn't sure. It would just be enough to be away from her family of mood-readers for a few hours.
The down-breasted girl looked at these new trees with interest, telling herself she'd be back before anyone had a chance to miss her. It was spring, everyone was busy seeing what new life was emerging, where it needed help, or what was too gone to revive. Boring work.
Bells chimed through the air as she walked, the notes not quite collected enough to call music. Just pleasant noise to carry with her, to ward off the nagging feeling of doing something she wasn't supposed to. Her path was an established one, easy enough to track back when the wandering had grown dull. One that others knew of, she realized, when another figure appeared through the trees.
She considered turning back, or darting into the trees. Any grown up she could think of would be no fun at all if they realized she was far from home without permission, especially this time of day. It didn't even occur to her that there might be worse consequences in meeting a stranger than a reprimand, than the sticky-sick feeling of Disappointment.
In the end, her curiosity won out. She'd wanted to see something new, and this stranger on her path certainly fit the bill. Saturnelle approached with a jaunty spring in her step, doing her best to look like she belonged here, thankyouverymuch.
"Good evening!" She chirped, looking up at the strange woman's face. "Your ears are very long," she followed with, her own feathery antenna bobbing over her face in subconscious mimicry.
@[Anuya]
She'd had to move slowly when leaving home. Too fast, and a comet's tail of green began to flow behind her. A dead giveaway of her misbehavior, if anyone thought to look for it. Once the ponderosa were at her back, she began to move more quickly. What she was looking for, she wasn't sure. It would just be enough to be away from her family of mood-readers for a few hours.
The down-breasted girl looked at these new trees with interest, telling herself she'd be back before anyone had a chance to miss her. It was spring, everyone was busy seeing what new life was emerging, where it needed help, or what was too gone to revive. Boring work.
Bells chimed through the air as she walked, the notes not quite collected enough to call music. Just pleasant noise to carry with her, to ward off the nagging feeling of doing something she wasn't supposed to. Her path was an established one, easy enough to track back when the wandering had grown dull. One that others knew of, she realized, when another figure appeared through the trees.
She considered turning back, or darting into the trees. Any grown up she could think of would be no fun at all if they realized she was far from home without permission, especially this time of day. It didn't even occur to her that there might be worse consequences in meeting a stranger than a reprimand, than the sticky-sick feeling of Disappointment.
In the end, her curiosity won out. She'd wanted to see something new, and this stranger on her path certainly fit the bill. Saturnelle approached with a jaunty spring in her step, doing her best to look like she belonged here, thankyouverymuch.
"Good evening!" She chirped, looking up at the strange woman's face. "Your ears are very long," she followed with, her own feathery antenna bobbing over her face in subconscious mimicry.
@[Anuya]