No Snowflake is the Same
08-02-2013, 11:50 PM
One second the gray form of his friend Cana was there in his line of sight. Then she was gone and he felt her form press against him as she laid down, making him grin once again. Her warmth was a welcome feeling compared to the cold around him. He glanced over at Euro, strangely happy that the cat was there too. He was happy to have his friends with him. It was comforting to have something familiar in this huge swirl of confusion that he was in. He looked to the little healer and gave a slight nod and watched as she ran off. He looked back to his now shortened leg, lifting it off the ground a few inches before letting it drop again. It was lighter now, shorter... He looked uncomprehendingly to his lost paw, his head resting on the ground. Suddenly he felt cold pieces of something hitting his cheek. He turned his head and looked up at the sky, blinking as he saw the snow. He opened his mouth, letting the flakes hit his tounge. He gave a weak chuckle and whispered, "Cana, look... Snow." "speech." |