Every single time Chem feels his dancey feet and shoots off like a star he feels so much promise. New adventures ahead, he will think, a new land and new faces! For days he will journey here and there, cities and ports between, villages and vast pieces of wild; all of these things come and go. For weeks, sometimes months he will stop but he never really settles. It never lasts. Without fail Beqanna is always there to swallow him back into her embrace ever so gladly, hungrily even. Once he crosses the border he feels a heaviness lift and he draws in a big inhale of morning air, stopping on a small mound of earth.
Welcome back. the meadow grasses whisper.
He grins to himself and walks several more feet to descend from the small hillock, his head down and his shoulder ready to drop him into a roll of delighted victory. He can never stay away. Although is it worn into him, boring and plain at times, so familiar it tastes bland sometimes – Beqanna is always home. And truly it is not bland, though untamed, primal and without the fancies of other worlds, it is a more ancient magic that rules here and that is far better than any cities and castles and palaces.
Chem rolls upright with his front legs splayed awkwardly out in front of him, still somewhat laying down but looking ready to stand up. He does not stand up but instead tips back to lay prone and stare at the sky with one bright teal eye.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
@[Sabé] and anyone else is welcome to join in (:
i put mature because anything with him could be mature at any moment XDDD
