storm on the horizon

*Eris* · 06-14-2019, 07:51 PM

Eris Pyre

Oh, if only they were in a more mild climate. She grinned ruefully at his description of his homeland. "Ah, if only we were in your homeland, Sota!" Eris bemoaned, a bit dramatically for effect. The small wolf was always glad for friends. She immediately took up his nickname once he gave her permission. "Quieter, though... that sounds nice." Although she used sound to orient herself, it was another thing that sometimes got in the way. Scent was paramount for her. In her head, Eris pictured herself strolling along a forest, so quiet that she could hear squirrels breathing in the trees. It was a fantasy, of course, but a fun one. The dream didn't last - it struck Eris that even if she was able to travel to Sota's homeland, she wouldn't be able to see it at all. Whatever she made up in her head might as well be the truth.

Silence stretched between them, a quiet communion of orphans. They were both adrift, but they had managed to find each other in this storm. That had to count for something, right?

Although she wouldn't have been able to make out the whites of his eyes in the dark, Eris could sense the tension in his body. It was a shame, because her entire being cried out for the comfort of physical touch. Back home, wolves had been piled sometimes three, four to a den, curled up on each other in one big warm, soft ouroboros. He insisted that there was no apology needed, but she still felt the sting and shame of rejection. Eris followed suit when he sank to his stomach and settled her chin on her paws, listening as he described storms from years past.

"Oh," she gasped, imaging waves as tall as trees. They were frighteningly vivid - with every crack of thunder outside, another wave crashed inside her head. With the pressure building in the air, Eris felt the hair on her hackles rise on its own accord. "Where I'm from, there is a special tree called the Sword Tree. It's beautiful," Eris murmured, closing her eyes as she recalled its fiery branches. "One summer we had a freak sun shower - you know, those wild rain showers where it pours while the sun is still out? Well, it knocked all of the bright red blossoms right off of its branches," she laughed quietly. "The poor tree was totally naked for the whole rest of the season!"

"Speech"|"Ademic"

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