Sandcastles
08-15-2013, 08:35 AM
Cut me loose
My parachute won't let me fall Don't be afraid of a chance for a miracle
Orica was having a great time. She didn't care that she was getting sand on her - she couldn't help herself but to laugh at her siblings. They were fine after all. She was a healer, and knew there would've been alot more 'ow'ing if they hadn't been. But that laughter turned to screams as Orica felt her sister's tickling nose seek her out. "hahaha-! No! NO! Heehee! STOP! Hahahaha!" "Gali!" she called out, her instinct being to look to him for help. Though she probably should've known that, him being her brother, he was just as likely to join in as pull her out. As they'd come into their first birthdays, it had become clear that Orica was going to be the runt of the bunch. She was decent sized, but the other two had inherited their father's height. Avalon was plenty big enough to hold the little marbled fae down. So Orica couldn't risk it! She'd started struggling as soon she'd been attacked, but now, breathless and laughing her lungs out, she wriggled in sheer panic. All at once she rolled over, found her paws and was scrambling out of there. She high-tailed it like a vixen at a foxhunt - careening away through the sand on rapid white paws. She was quite good on her feet at this age, and had discovered she had a real taste for running. Eventually perhaps her siblings would grow into their long legs and big paws and they'd be able to outstrip her - but now? In a flat run? She could still hold her own just fine. Still grinning and laughing like a school girl, Orica leapt over the spurs of rocks with all four paws tucked and her white-black plume waving. She just sort of bounced over them - making it look effortless. And she didn't stop there. She tore around a sand dune, sending sand spitting in every direction. But there was a surprise waiting for her! Seagulls had begun to settle on the shore and at the sudden appearance of the sprinting hound, they squawked deafeningly and began to wing themselves into the air. Orica didn't lean on the brakes - but only tried to go faster - dodging the powerful white wings whenever she had to. Now she had a feathery white smoke screen behind. She looked back over her shoulder only once to see if she was being followed. |