You’re telling me

*Motif* · 07-09-2020, 05:36 PM

The falls just behind Abaven’s beach were beautiful. Especially now, with the taste of spring in the air, and the flowers that sprung upwards by the thundering falls. The scent of newlife and misting spring water added to the general pleasantness. It was a place quiet of wolves, where the timid girl could creep away to, and sing. The sound of her voice was too soft to hear above the splashing. She did not feel afraid when she was here.

She wasn’t expecting a small, tawny wolf to have taken her place at the top of the falls. She debated fading away into the background before her presence was noted. Before she could contemplate such an action, she would notice the strangeness of the wolf. Paws in the air, chest breathing rapidly. Was she having a stroke? Too much of her mother in her, Motif could not walk away, not until she knew this wolf would be okay.

She pushed past the foliage and into full view, her own breath catching, just a little. The broken pieces of Motif had been placed back together, but fragile, like broken glass. Once shattered, the structure was no longer sound.

She was close enough now, that the scent of heat was overpowering, and Motif understood then the girls distress. Motif herself had been through it, only recently. She wasn’t having a stroke. “Miss, are you okay?”

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