08-23-2016, 05:38 PM
The small girl stirs restlessly in her sleep, rustling the grass just a little, repositioning her wispy little shadow wings to try to cover more of her sides. Her body shivers a little, and she is about to open her eyes and look around when a gentle voice soothes her and warmth wraps itself around her. Instead of waking, she nestles into the unfamiliar scent, breathing the stranger in and learning what home smells like against her skin.
She does not sleep for too terribly long, however. Gradually she wakes, her head pillowed on a strange shoulder, listening to the comforting rhythm of a heart beating beneath her ear. Warm brown eyes with a hint of gold open for the first time, and she blinks sleepily up at the woman who has kept her so cozy. “Momma?” she asks, and though the smell isn’t the one she remembers, she thinks perhaps the word could fit anyhow.
The little one yawns and cuddles closer, in no hurry to rise when rising is colder and much less comfortable, and hunger does not gnaw at her belly to prod her to her feet for a feeding. She does, however, stretch her limbs, legs and wings all, before pulling them back in against her body once again. The freedom to do so is lovely, even if she rather misses being held tight in the dark and surrounded by the steady thud of someone’s heart beating alongside her own.
She does not sleep for too terribly long, however. Gradually she wakes, her head pillowed on a strange shoulder, listening to the comforting rhythm of a heart beating beneath her ear. Warm brown eyes with a hint of gold open for the first time, and she blinks sleepily up at the woman who has kept her so cozy. “Momma?” she asks, and though the smell isn’t the one she remembers, she thinks perhaps the word could fit anyhow.
The little one yawns and cuddles closer, in no hurry to rise when rising is colder and much less comfortable, and hunger does not gnaw at her belly to prod her to her feet for a feeding. She does, however, stretch her limbs, legs and wings all, before pulling them back in against her body once again. The freedom to do so is lovely, even if she rather misses being held tight in the dark and surrounded by the steady thud of someone’s heart beating alongside her own.