nothing tastes as sweet as blackberries on a spring afternoon
11-14-2023, 09:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-14-2023, 09:30 PM by Elara. Edited 3 times in total.)
”i suppose you’re right, El.” Elara’s pelt smoothed, her indignation melting away in the face of Gem’s easy agreement. “well…yes,” she replies, momentarily stumped. “that’s exactly right.” she’d been expecting a bit of resistance, maybe - people tend to, quite foolishly, protest some of the things she says - but clearly Gem is a girl of great logic and sense. not so odd after all, then. “who knows,” El sighs, casting the blackberry bush a disparaging glance. blackberries are boring, and sticky, and spikey. definitely not something she wants to waste her time with. she watches as Gemma begins gathering them into her basket, wrinkling her nose in open distaste. “you’re gonna get all gross,” she complains; already Gem’s mouth is faintly stained with berry juice. nope, her earlier assessment had been correct: definitely odd.
her eyes catch on the butterfly, admiring its colours, the grace of its wings. jealously stabs her briefly, eyes narrowing as it flutters about the bush. okay, maybe one thing here could compare to her beauty…but not for long. dropping into a crouch, El begins to creep up on it, claws kneading the grass as she approaches her prey. but just as she’s about to pounce, the butterfly lifts up into the air and flutters down into her nose, wings opening and closing in slow, delicate flaps. El blinks in surprise, then sits up very carefully, unwilling to startle it. has it mistaken her for a flower? well, that is very easy to do. preening, El closes her eyes and lifts her snout higher, relishing the image she must make. very well, then - it can live.
her eyes catch on the butterfly, admiring its colours, the grace of its wings. jealously stabs her briefly, eyes narrowing as it flutters about the bush. okay, maybe one thing here could compare to her beauty…but not for long. dropping into a crouch, El begins to creep up on it, claws kneading the grass as she approaches her prey. but just as she’s about to pounce, the butterfly lifts up into the air and flutters down into her nose, wings opening and closing in slow, delicate flaps. El blinks in surprise, then sits up very carefully, unwilling to startle it. has it mistaken her for a flower? well, that is very easy to do. preening, El closes her eyes and lifts her snout higher, relishing the image she must make. very well, then - it can live.
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