dreary

Tyrfing's wise words were soothing despite the gloom over her, but though she nodded in agreement - intellectually, she knew what he said was true, but she just couldn't feel it - she sighed and lapsed into silence as they gazed out over the rain-soaked fields. Let's play a game he suddenly said, and she glanced over at him, startled, as he was tucking a stick into one of his bracers. "A game?" she repeated in surprise, and could only blink as he suddenly tucked a feather behind her ear. She sat up slowly, ears pricked towards him. A spark of interest chased away some of the dreariness. She knew that was exactly the point, and she knew it was good for her - good for them both. She let the challenge in his eyes drawing out a grin of her own, until she decisively hopped to her paws, front lowered in a play bow. "You're on," she laughed, then spun and took off into the wet grass.