Lazybones
Wyndelin
08-17-2020, 05:53 PM
Spring, beautiful glorious spring, was here at last. Amaranth was feeling very grown, wandering about as she pleased and enjoying the warmth. She was a whole year old now and ready to take on the world!... Or at least, ya know, some birds or whatever. In truth she wasn't really all that hungry, so it wasn't hunting so much as cackling alone like a mad woman every time she was able to sneak up on a flock of waterbirds and scare them shitless. She was caked in mud and marsh-ick up to her underbelly and loving every second of it. By midday Mara found herself resting on the sole piece of dry land, a small island rising far enough above the water line for her to sprawl out and enjoy the budding warmth. Sure, it wasn't warm so much as it just wasn't cold, but after getting stuck in a blizzard she certainly wasn't complaining. Not her finest moment, but as long as her dad never found out it would be fine, right? She'd just have to not do that ever again, and in the meantime enjoy the new season. Above her an old willow's branches danced on a light breeze, young fresh-budded leaves seeming just as eager for sunlight and the teasing shadow of summer as she was. The birds could wait, she decided. Getting up seemed like way too much work when she was in this good of a mood. Mara was well fed, had created an adequate amount of mischief, and was content to watch small puffs of clouds drift across the sky... at least for the time being. "TALK" "YOU" THINK |
