07-20-2015, 04:45 PM
love is a temporary madness...
A soft breeze blows across the rushing waters of the river, cooling heated skin and ruffling her dark tresses. Several birds trill in the distance, seemingly caught up in their own conversation (only it is a conversation that is made up of chirps and whistles rather than words). Following Weir’s swifter gait, she approaches the river bank just as he indicates one of those small brown birds across the way. Her bright gaze finds the small creature, curiosity evident in those depths. She studies the bird as the stallion expounds on its qualities. She grins at his enthusiasm. Becoming quite caught up in the sentiment herself, she laughs. A lighter, shorter laugh, but no less carefree than her last.
“I must say that I have a hard time imagining it. That would be an amazing feat. I'm afraid that I am more a creature of the air than the water. And a bird that is as comfortable underwater as it is above the trees? Simply amazing.”
Her gaze remains fixed upon the small creature as it hops from one branch to another. She is tempted to approach, but she knows that if she does, the bird will likely fly away. She could follow it if she felt so inclined, but the poor creature would probably be scared witless if she did. And she knows there would be no pleasure in frightening the small bird, even in the name of learning.
“This part of the river is a little swift for turtles, I believe. Down a ways it widens out. I know of several places where a number of turtles enjoy sunning themselves.”
With a glance at the roan stallion, Elysteria turns so that she is walking parallel to the river. They are following the quickly moving current when suddenly several fish leap above the water, their wet scales shimmering in the sunlight. With a grin, she turns her inquisitive gaze back to Weir.
“Were you able to tell what those fish were?”
“I must say that I have a hard time imagining it. That would be an amazing feat. I'm afraid that I am more a creature of the air than the water. And a bird that is as comfortable underwater as it is above the trees? Simply amazing.”
Her gaze remains fixed upon the small creature as it hops from one branch to another. She is tempted to approach, but she knows that if she does, the bird will likely fly away. She could follow it if she felt so inclined, but the poor creature would probably be scared witless if she did. And she knows there would be no pleasure in frightening the small bird, even in the name of learning.
“This part of the river is a little swift for turtles, I believe. Down a ways it widens out. I know of several places where a number of turtles enjoy sunning themselves.”
With a glance at the roan stallion, Elysteria turns so that she is walking parallel to the river. They are following the quickly moving current when suddenly several fish leap above the water, their wet scales shimmering in the sunlight. With a grin, she turns her inquisitive gaze back to Weir.
“Were you able to tell what those fish were?”
elysteria