babies breath in the breeze
04-16-2019, 04:49 PM
Motif Destruction She settled her head down in his fur, in a way where she could still keep her eyes trained upon him. He had sighed at her question, and offered a bare nod, before moving on story time. She made an exaggerated motion of tucking in tight, showing him she was down and ready. He groomed behind her ear, and she grinned up at her nanny, before he began to tell his tale. His comforting voice filled the den, and this would be the epitome of her childhood. One of the memories she could pull out as an adult, dust off, and simply remember. Being warm in her family's den, with the feel of Poem not far from her. With Epitaph around her, and his voice all she could hear. No matter what life threw at her, this memory would be a part of seeing that she got through it in one piece. She let herself get lost in the story of a great warrior hunting for treasure and fame. She gasped at the right moments, imagining a lake sized bounty of glimmering stones. He told them of a wolf who howled a birds song - after eating the bird he had gleaned it from. She giggled at the imagery of fish tossing the stones to the shore, but was yawning near the end of it. She blinked sleepy eyes up at Taphy and asked through a great big yawn “Did he find the fame he wanted?’ |
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