06-28-2017, 06:45 PM
Once there was a way to get back homeward...
Jah-Lilah's mind is a whirlwind of questions and intrigue. She stretches like a dog, then rises. She comes closer to him, absently reaching out to begin grooming some of the muck and mire from his mane. She pulls at the burrs and leaves, taking her time as to not pull the hair out. As she works, she fires questions at him in swift succession. "Stands-Like-A-Stone! How did you come here? Do you have any kids? Where is your homeland?"
She awaits his answers anxiously, feigning patience. She hums a little song as she moves up his crest, working on the dark male's ebony mane. It is a tedious task, but one she's always enjoyed since her youth. Her mother taught her how to tangle and untangle things in hair. She was the one who began adding the feathers to my little bird's mane, so grooming was always a serene activity for Jah-Lilah.
...Once there was a way to get back home.
Jah-Lilah's mind is a whirlwind of questions and intrigue. She stretches like a dog, then rises. She comes closer to him, absently reaching out to begin grooming some of the muck and mire from his mane. She pulls at the burrs and leaves, taking her time as to not pull the hair out. As she works, she fires questions at him in swift succession. "Stands-Like-A-Stone! How did you come here? Do you have any kids? Where is your homeland?"
She awaits his answers anxiously, feigning patience. She hums a little song as she moves up his crest, working on the dark male's ebony mane. It is a tedious task, but one she's always enjoyed since her youth. Her mother taught her how to tangle and untangle things in hair. She was the one who began adding the feathers to my little bird's mane, so grooming was always a serene activity for Jah-Lilah.
...Once there was a way to get back home.
someday, we will foresee obstacles