Sugar plums and faerie dust
07-31-2018, 02:11 PM
This place was magical; there may have been better words for it, but they escaped Pidge's mind as he wandered. The flickering of the insects had caught his attention for now, and he had found a place where the stones were smoothed over by the water. Weariness pulled at him, and he wanted to sleep, but at the same time he didn't want to have this memory forgotten any time soon. This place was one he wanted to remember, even if it meant taking everything in while every instinct urged him to sleep before he got too tired. After a few more moments, he was satisfied, turning his head away and standing up onto the smooth stones, preparing to make his way to the other side where he would be covered safely while he slept. A splash broke the near silence, and, in the moments that followed, Pidge could hear the small droplets of water as they hit the lake. It was silent, for just a few moments, but the sudden noise had already caught him off guard, his head raising to stare at the lake. Then there was movement, on the other side of the lake, a sudden movement that came with a guttural growl. The peace he had felt when he had been sitting was gone, now replaced with a sudden fear. The growling came from the place he had slipped by to get to where he was. If he wanted to leave now, and have an idea of where he was heading, he'd have to slip by that way again. It didn't sound like a good idea, even to someone as young as he was, but surely they would let him go by if he didn't show any signs of violence, right? His body slipped low to the ground, paws moving with hesitance as to not make any sound as he eased closer. Maybe this would be the best thing to do, right? A few more hesitant steps, and he was a small distance away from the creature that had released the growl. Swallowing, he gave the canine a glance before he kept moving, hoping that he could get away without them noticing. He didn't want to be the victim of a growl like that; or worse. |