Saga of the Dawnbringer
12-01-2017, 01:46 PM
Aggie lay on her back, surrounded on every side by long, withered stalks of meadow grass. Dawn had just broken over the world, and frost still crusted the fronds, weighing them down until they bent and bobbed. Above her, wispy clouds drifted across the sky. The rising sun seemed to have gilded their edges with a bright, vibrant golden light. Aggie had woken herself especially early, several hours past in fact, to witness the winter stars that were on display in the wee hours of the morning. She had crafted her own names for the constellations to fill in the gaps in her knowledge left by the absence of her mother and father, but Asgeira didn't see any difference. They were the same stars no matter what she called them. As the encroaching sun burned the last of the stars away, Aggie rolled upright and shook out her fur. She smiled down at the neat little imprint her presence had made in the grass over the past several hours. Next to it, a clump of grass rustled and a tousled auburn head popped up from the offended clump. Aggie smiled down at the bleary look on the small marsupial's face. “Good morning, Ylva. Sleep well?” Ylva glared. “Alright, alright. Sun's up, lets go find something to eat.” Still too groggy for true conversation, the red panda grumbled and extracted herself from the rudimentary nest she had made and clambered up onto Aggie's shoulders. She flopped down with her limbs hanging down on either side, perfectly comfortable and seeming fit to fall back asleep at any moment. "Talk" "You" Think |
