05-12-2015, 09:37 AM
Everything is suddenly very bright and very cold, and Ephrelle spends several long moments with her eyes pressed tightly shut. The world is moving around her and she grows curious, and she opens her eyes to see a large dark figure reaching toward her. Her heart races but the contact is gentle, and Ephrelle reaches out her own small muzzle in return. The earth around her is brown but she sees green in the distance, and most exciting – something orange! Immediately she wants to touch it, to see if it is different. A few seconds of waiting reveal that she is unable to move the world to suit her, and she realizes that she must move herself.
She falls several times but eventually has some semblance of steadiness on her feet. Before she can go see the green, Yronwood finds her. Ephrelle nibbles gently at his jaw and neck, repeating his name quietly, and mostly to herself: “Roe. Roe.”
When he pulls away to go towards the river, Ephrelle remembers her own quest. The orange thing! It’s beside the river so she stumbles after her twin, passing him in her excitement to see. She pokes it with her muzzle, expecting warmth like from her brother and mother, but it is cool and supple. Her nose fits neatly into the center of the orange (what Dorne would have told her was a tiger lily) and when she pulls back there is yellow pollen on her black nose. It makes her sneeze and shake her head, which leads to losing her balance and falling over on the forest floor. There she sits, rump on the ground and front legs extended, as she waits to see what will happen next.
She falls several times but eventually has some semblance of steadiness on her feet. Before she can go see the green, Yronwood finds her. Ephrelle nibbles gently at his jaw and neck, repeating his name quietly, and mostly to herself: “Roe. Roe.”
When he pulls away to go towards the river, Ephrelle remembers her own quest. The orange thing! It’s beside the river so she stumbles after her twin, passing him in her excitement to see. She pokes it with her muzzle, expecting warmth like from her brother and mother, but it is cool and supple. Her nose fits neatly into the center of the orange (what Dorne would have told her was a tiger lily) and when she pulls back there is yellow pollen on her black nose. It makes her sneeze and shake her head, which leads to losing her balance and falling over on the forest floor. There she sits, rump on the ground and front legs extended, as she waits to see what will happen next.