Beat like a heart thats painted in gold
07-25-2020, 12:20 PM
"Castle?" The new word felt strange as it rolled over her tongue and fell into the air. It's true meaning still remained illusive to her, but at least the weird formation had a name. Later... if there was a later, she might like to hear whatever stories he claimed to have about this 'castle'.
She watched his reaction to her sentiment carefully, though she wasnt exactly sure what she was looking for. It didnt matter to her whether Mortis felt important, or whether he knew the worth in a name, and yet her peachy gaze remained locked tightly onto his maw. The uncertainty in his voice made her brow crinkle, and even though she chose not to push the issue any further, she made a mental note of the encounter.
Siggy did little to suppress the giggle that bubbled up from her throat, considering what the phrase 'It didnt go well.' implied. She might have asked for further explanation, but the anticipation in his posture signalled his intent, and with a single bound forward Mortis began the race. Not one to be left behind, the yearling let out an excited yip and flew off after their winged companion.
Her strides were no match for his, though the yearling knew that prior to the race. Winning was usually important to her, but with the knowledge of her impending loss already set in her mind, and the addition of finding dinner off the table, Sigrun was able to just have fun for the sake of having fun.
Siggy ran for what felt like ages, feeling the wind brush through her fur until the earth beneath her paws became soft, and the resistance of sand slowed her steps. Salt and sea filled the air and her lungs as they neared the water, and shortly after, Sedna's scent did the same. The monochrome wolf caught up to them in record time, causing a single raised-brow response, though Sigrun let the question slip away. If her aunt chose to follow them instead, then there was no doubt a reason.
Bright eyes narrowed at Sedna's question, though playfully so. She didn't even like the mention of a slightly toothy fish, let alone a fish that happened to be much toothier. Whatever reservations she might have had about stepping into the body of water flew out the window as soon as the silver wolf's paws touched the wake, and Sigrun too entered the water. "You have to be patient, and let them come to you." Which was, of course, why she happened to be better at catching frogs than fish. Patience was not a gift the gods had blessed her with. "Don't move until they're right under your nose, and wait for a big one."
The water was murky, illuminated only by starlight, so it was hard to really get a grip on what was happening below the waves. Once her eyes adjusted it became a little bit easier, but only marginally so. The fish were but shadows, fleeting in and out of her vision as they neared the surface before disappearing once more into the depths.
This time, the girl took her own advice, watching as the featureless shadows of fish began to trust her. It was a slow process, and they were seemingly tentative at first, darting away from her stock-still legs. Slowly, they began to trust her, mistaking her for a part of their environment. That was the goal, really. Once the smaller ones trusted you, the big ones would always fall in line.
She watched his reaction to her sentiment carefully, though she wasnt exactly sure what she was looking for. It didnt matter to her whether Mortis felt important, or whether he knew the worth in a name, and yet her peachy gaze remained locked tightly onto his maw. The uncertainty in his voice made her brow crinkle, and even though she chose not to push the issue any further, she made a mental note of the encounter.
Siggy did little to suppress the giggle that bubbled up from her throat, considering what the phrase 'It didnt go well.' implied. She might have asked for further explanation, but the anticipation in his posture signalled his intent, and with a single bound forward Mortis began the race. Not one to be left behind, the yearling let out an excited yip and flew off after their winged companion.
Her strides were no match for his, though the yearling knew that prior to the race. Winning was usually important to her, but with the knowledge of her impending loss already set in her mind, and the addition of finding dinner off the table, Sigrun was able to just have fun for the sake of having fun.
Siggy ran for what felt like ages, feeling the wind brush through her fur until the earth beneath her paws became soft, and the resistance of sand slowed her steps. Salt and sea filled the air and her lungs as they neared the water, and shortly after, Sedna's scent did the same. The monochrome wolf caught up to them in record time, causing a single raised-brow response, though Sigrun let the question slip away. If her aunt chose to follow them instead, then there was no doubt a reason.
Bright eyes narrowed at Sedna's question, though playfully so. She didn't even like the mention of a slightly toothy fish, let alone a fish that happened to be much toothier. Whatever reservations she might have had about stepping into the body of water flew out the window as soon as the silver wolf's paws touched the wake, and Sigrun too entered the water. "You have to be patient, and let them come to you." Which was, of course, why she happened to be better at catching frogs than fish. Patience was not a gift the gods had blessed her with. "Don't move until they're right under your nose, and wait for a big one."
The water was murky, illuminated only by starlight, so it was hard to really get a grip on what was happening below the waves. Once her eyes adjusted it became a little bit easier, but only marginally so. The fish were but shadows, fleeting in and out of her vision as they neared the surface before disappearing once more into the depths.
This time, the girl took her own advice, watching as the featureless shadows of fish began to trust her. It was a slow process, and they were seemingly tentative at first, darting away from her stock-still legs. Slowly, they began to trust her, mistaking her for a part of their environment. That was the goal, really. Once the smaller ones trusted you, the big ones would always fall in line.