Concerning Mint and Druids
07-31-2013, 08:11 AM
CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO FLY ~*~ Cross stalked along at an easy pace, black tipped ears flicking, emerald eyes shining. He was as quiet as ever, but there was more of an energy in his steps today. For one thing - he was in a beautiful new land. With a great lake and beautiful trees. And for another, he was on guard duty. Well, more or less. His cousin Orica had been itching go southward and gather herbs for some time, and as Gargoyle had ordered that none of the youngsters go out alone, it was only right that he offer himself as company. That way none of the adults had to be bothered. Plus, even he was less than a yearling, he'd been up and down Alacritis twice. He'd gone with his mother to Seracia and watched a bull fight, and then tailing Awaken on his scouting mission to some of the islands themselves. That had been interesting. What Cross lacked in speech, he made up for in depth. Still waters run deep and all that. The boy who had once been destined to be Prince of Glaciem, was now content to walk alongside a wide-eyed healer to-be and sniff out herbs. Honestly, out of all his cousins, the only one he really felt he could be open around was Kairos, but he was a family sort of boy. He spent time with all he could. Orica and he were about as different as they come. She was talkative and friendly and trusting and he was silent and cool and suspicious. But somehow they'd made a good team during this little trip. Orica didn't try to push him to talk too much and he resisted the temptation to tell her to shut up. She'd even gotten good at reading his body language. So it was that when he crooked a paw and pointed with his nose down the slope, Orica would know that he was pointing out more herbs to her. I WILL LIVE TO SEE YOU DIE |