Paths Meant to Cross
06-30-2013, 02:49 PM
Cross was back in Glaciem safe and sound, but Crusade was still having the itch to explore. So what if she'd reached the two digits. It wasn't a curse, it was an accomplishment. How many pyschos and lowlifes had threatened to chomp through her throat? Well now she'd proved them wrong. Just turned ten and still able to run her butt up and down the Alacritis coast... ... so long as she got a few breathers in between. It was while pausing for a second wind, that she stumbled upon this place of beauty. What was it called? Fern Gully? This far south, winter ended when it was supposed to. Spring was starting to leak into the world, in little pockets of land like this where there was lots of cover and plenty of warm pockets. There were so many sights and sounds and scents here. It was bringing back memories of her youth in the forests and fields of a very different land. Why was it, after everything that had happened, she could still look back on her in Starlite with a bittersweet smile? Perhaps it was the distance of age. Perhaps it was the wisedom. Being ten had to count for something right? The Timber cross pulled up short under the shades of a hundred trees. A few pay steps more and she let herself collapse onto a fallen birch encrusted with a pillow's worth of moss that smelled slightly of rosemary. Lovely. With the harmless melody of the forest playing in her fluffy ears, she started to drift into relaxation. Lids closed over one gold tinted emerald, and one empty pink socket. The only sign she was still conscious was the occasional flick of her tail at the emerging fern fronds ticking her hind paw pads. |
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