The Beginnings of a Choir
09-06-2014, 10:31 PM
Surreal |
Silver paws traced a meandering trail through the willows? trailing fronds. The wind whispered through the leaves, and the moon, in its waning phase, sent a silvery spotlight to the path ahead. It sparked of silver guard hairs intermixed in the black saddle, setting them aglow. She held herself with a regal grace, stepping lightly over raised roots, treading easily through the shallow streams. She dipped her head to lap briefly at the water, cooling her thirst, before traipsing onward, tail absently swaying behind her. Mismatched eyes of blue and gold scanned the shadows cast by the willow branches, searching for movement. He would be here. He hadn?t gone far since he?d found her. A smile caressed her jaws, her mind trailing to the thoughts of their night together, and their continued closeness. There would be no more disappearances, no more losing one another. And there would be more. A land to retake, someday, and a family to cherish. Her silver and black timber frame slowed to a stop, poised in a spotlight of the moons rays, her dusky silver ears cocked as she listened for him. ?Falk, love. I?ve something to tell you.? She called to him, lilted mixed accented voice warm. She did indeed have something to tell him. It had taken only her mothers practiced eye and nose to catch the changes in the silver lady?s body. Only a week for her scent to begin its change to that of a mother. |
Surreal's family is allowed to crash any thread she is in, regardless of it being private or not.