04-03-2015, 08:15 AM
The world had fallen silent as she had begun her journey into it. The birds ceased singing, the rabbits held still, the wind didn't blow. Even the brook's clattering stone-song was muted, and the light rain fell silently on the meadow.
As she fell to the ground with a thump noise and motion burst back into the spring morning. It was as if it had always been this way. It hadn't, though, for Beqanna was now plus one, plus a small, rather scraggly one admittedly, but plus one nonetheless.
She was a weird looking little thing, although nothing unusual as far as younglings go. And that was the problem. She was entirely ordinary in a world of oddities and amazement, and her mother had no space for that.
And that was how she came to be alone in the meadow, her fur wet with a mixture of birth fluids and rain, leaves stuck in her short baby-mane and tail.
Dá, the girl of the wild, baptised by nature.
As she fell to the ground with a thump noise and motion burst back into the spring morning. It was as if it had always been this way. It hadn't, though, for Beqanna was now plus one, plus a small, rather scraggly one admittedly, but plus one nonetheless.
She was a weird looking little thing, although nothing unusual as far as younglings go. And that was the problem. She was entirely ordinary in a world of oddities and amazement, and her mother had no space for that.
And that was how she came to be alone in the meadow, her fur wet with a mixture of birth fluids and rain, leaves stuck in her short baby-mane and tail.
Dá, the girl of the wild, baptised by nature.