cigarette daydreams

His flat gray stare skated across the glassy surface of the lake a moment longer, feeling the pleasing smoothness with his eyes. Then he exhaled gently and sat down on the ground. He briefly looked down at his forepaws, digging his toes into the sand and watching as the miniscule particles trickled across the white furs on his feet. He fell still again, and sat there, his head hung down and his unblinking stare fixed to the same spot, but no longer focused on anything in particular. The focus through which he saw the world gradually receded back into his skull, back into the wispy state of his current thoughts. It was like fog. There were things drifting about in his head, he knew, but none he could grasp. He just couldn’t think about anything right now. And for the most part, that was great.

When he glanced back up, he saw a figure across the lake. He blinked, faintly curious, and watched as it disappeared. Oh. He zoned out for another minute or so until his ears perked and he glanced to the side. Someone was there. The same someone he had perhaps seen across the lake? Maybe. His colorless eyes sought the stranger’s face, his head tilting slightly as he looked her over, sure she was coming towards him now. A lightly-colored wolf, plain, but owner of some of the prettiest blue eyes he’d ever seen. He caught himself before he stared too long. The other dipped their head down in greeting, and Svetovid blinked, his face expression mostly stony, but faintly interested. ”… Hi,” he said, the slightest of frowns twitching on his lips at his own ineloquence. Oh boy. Was this wolf going to talk to him?