It's the little things
07-31-2018, 04:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-31-2018, 05:01 PM by Riva.)
Spring was a good time for the young healer, the perfect time for collecting herbs, some to dry and store for later, and others to keep fresh for potential emergencies. Somewhere along the way, it become less a chance to collect, and more a chance to explore. When she found a whole world buried beneath ice, any pretense of being here for work was lost. She scrambled forward, looking down at the odd sight of greenery beneath a shimmering, murky-clear film of ice. She breathed against the ice, wiping at with her paw to clear dirt and particles from her view, to get a better look beneath when laughter and the sound of something slipping against the ice caught her attention. She looked up to see a wolf propelling towards the shoreline towards her, legs wobbling against the slippery surface she skated upon. Riva put a paw on the ice herself, delight at the idea the other wolf had come upon. The second she put pressure against her paw, it went down, and she collided face-first with the ice. With a growl she slid her weight back to her rump, on the safer ground behind her, and lowered her head to the ground, watching the skating wolf with hungry curiosity. How was she managing it? Perhaps it was her lack of control that allowed her to propel forward to speedily, and Riva’s caution that was her undoing. Still, the idea of trusting all of her weight and grip immediately to the ice was daunting. |
