jackel
I was rather enjoying my time alone.
Okay, so I wasn't really alone because the Sylvan giants are always around. But today they were merely a backdrop to usual meanderings. Their incessant chatter had dulled to a mere white noise as my golden bodice slunk whimsically throughout them. I feel bad that I was tuning them out, but if I had to hear one more story about how a rude squirrel had handled their seeds and left them with nothing the better for it then I was quite sure my eyes were going to drop right out of their sockets from rolling so much. And quite frankly I cannot afford to lose my eyes just now--they complete me.
Speaking of my rolling orbs, a dart of movement in my periphery has my interest piqued and I change direction to pursue whatever it was. Upon further inspection, the whatever just so happens to be one of the newest playmates that my nightmare as dragged back to the fire forest. His movements seem purposeful, as though he is intent on finding something within the terrain. Perhaps I may be of assistance to the poor lad.
I've let him in front of me as I move in from behind, quiet as a mouse. Hm, no not a mouse. A cat suits me better, I think. I believe there is cat blood on my father's side somewhere. Or perhaps it was mother's side? Well anyway, I move in from behind, quiet as a cat. Watching his pace carefully, I urge my rhythm into one synchronized with his. Finding the right beat at last, I quicken my pace until I am drawn up parallel to his forward moving frame. The blues of his eyes are clear to me as I move upon him and my own brown eyes scan the forest as well.
"What are we looking for?," I whisper quietly between the steady footfalls of our hooves.
Okay, so I wasn't really alone because the Sylvan giants are always around. But today they were merely a backdrop to usual meanderings. Their incessant chatter had dulled to a mere white noise as my golden bodice slunk whimsically throughout them. I feel bad that I was tuning them out, but if I had to hear one more story about how a rude squirrel had handled their seeds and left them with nothing the better for it then I was quite sure my eyes were going to drop right out of their sockets from rolling so much. And quite frankly I cannot afford to lose my eyes just now--they complete me.
Speaking of my rolling orbs, a dart of movement in my periphery has my interest piqued and I change direction to pursue whatever it was. Upon further inspection, the whatever just so happens to be one of the newest playmates that my nightmare as dragged back to the fire forest. His movements seem purposeful, as though he is intent on finding something within the terrain. Perhaps I may be of assistance to the poor lad.
I've let him in front of me as I move in from behind, quiet as a mouse. Hm, no not a mouse. A cat suits me better, I think. I believe there is cat blood on my father's side somewhere. Or perhaps it was mother's side? Well anyway, I move in from behind, quiet as a cat. Watching his pace carefully, I urge my rhythm into one synchronized with his. Finding the right beat at last, I quicken my pace until I am drawn up parallel to his forward moving frame. The blues of his eyes are clear to me as I move upon him and my own brown eyes scan the forest as well.
"What are we looking for?," I whisper quietly between the steady footfalls of our hooves.
all this joy, I've got some to share
@[Jesper]