03-01-2016, 09:56 AM
WEIR
Spring has sprung and Weir and Darwin mosey along to the Field. It’s a pleasant day, still cool but the world is noticeably thawing. The sun sets and amber glow to the still melting snow drifts, most now hardened to ice and trickling away without haste. What grass can poke through the crown of cold seems to whisper its presence as it makes its way to becoming lush again. The dawn chorus of birdsong washes through the trees and the odd pair laugh.
They laugh together because Weir sends two scurrying snow forms of weasels to frolic in the melting mounds, slender lithe bodies dancing over the drifts and rolling about. It’s a humorous sight to be sure, one to occupy their journey from the Dale, one to bring cheer to the new day.
Weir sometimes checks the Fields for new comers around this time, perhaps not as often as he should either if we are to be honest. Today is just such a day though, his amber eyes lifting from the spectacle of entertainment to sweep over the common lands. He smiles as he spots the bay, standing alone and looking unsure if he does say so. At Darwin he nudges, bumping a reddened leg into the tortoise’s great shell.
“Good Morning! Hallooo!” He calls cheerfully as they climb the sloping earth to reach her, the weasels sent well before them to toss over each other at her feet. “Wonderful day for Spring I say. My name’s Weir, this here is Darwin.” The male’s rusty head dips, to touch the tortoise lightly atop his head. “These are...well, they havn’t names, they’re just snow…for fun.” His amber eyes blink at the critters, sending them diving into each other before they burst into a million tiny flakes.
“Pleasure to meet you” Darwin adds, looking curiously towards the woman.
They laugh together because Weir sends two scurrying snow forms of weasels to frolic in the melting mounds, slender lithe bodies dancing over the drifts and rolling about. It’s a humorous sight to be sure, one to occupy their journey from the Dale, one to bring cheer to the new day.
Weir sometimes checks the Fields for new comers around this time, perhaps not as often as he should either if we are to be honest. Today is just such a day though, his amber eyes lifting from the spectacle of entertainment to sweep over the common lands. He smiles as he spots the bay, standing alone and looking unsure if he does say so. At Darwin he nudges, bumping a reddened leg into the tortoise’s great shell.
“Good Morning! Hallooo!” He calls cheerfully as they climb the sloping earth to reach her, the weasels sent well before them to toss over each other at her feet. “Wonderful day for Spring I say. My name’s Weir, this here is Darwin.” The male’s rusty head dips, to touch the tortoise lightly atop his head. “These are...well, they havn’t names, they’re just snow…for fun.” His amber eyes blink at the critters, sending them diving into each other before they burst into a million tiny flakes.
“Pleasure to meet you” Darwin adds, looking curiously towards the woman.
WINTER IS COMING