i can tell that we are gonna be friends

*Motif* · (This post was last modified: 07-04-2020, 08:43 PM by Motif.)

She had always liked Firefly lake. Once, it had been only a hop and a skip from home to reach it, now it stood a decent hike from Abaven lands. She didn’t come out here as often as she would like. It was late evening when she finished her self-proposed border patrols, and found free time on her paws.

She had spent much of her time training her body, training to defend herself and those she loved. She didn’t begrudge the work, but it wasn’t her passion. It was self-defence, and a way to regain control of her life.

She wanted more from this world then clashing claws and teeth, hot sand beneath her paws, and blood in her nose. So she made her way to Firefly Lake, and sat to watch the falling sun. when the lake denisians came out to rejoice, and dance their fire across the water, she began to sing.

At first, the fireflies stilled, uncertain by the noise. Their lights flickered, and Motif faulted. Then they began to dance, their movement an echo of her notes, and her confidence grew. With her confidence grew her volume, until her soft voice echoed across the darkening lake, the the fireflies danced.

"Speech"

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