Greet the Sun
Sunsday Festival
a storm in the rocky mountains; A. Bierstadt
In the moments that followed their arrival at the festival, the din within the old barn surrounding the little family, the dark furred pup realized he was not a fan of having so many bodies around. He could see his mommy greeting someone he didn't recognize, smell the food that was set out for anyone to grab- anyone tall enough to reach it, at least. Which was not him. He caught sight of Lore, practically doppleganger among their litter, and she was making a beeline for the food. Bee was already wandering off, looking at this and that. Which was also tempting the russet anointed child, who was debating making a break for the door. It was very loud in here, and he didn't know anyone except his mother and his mommy and his siblings. But he was going to try to be brave for a little bit, and see if he could get something to eat. As he toddled past Sonnet, she drew his attention upwards with her soft spoken query. The little creatures occupying the rafters of the barn were unfamiliar, their bodies were put together in a very strange way that he couldn't quite understand. It looked like they were the source of the gentle music that surrounded the party, though. "You should see if mommy or mother know," he returned in an equally quiet voice, furtive glances searching for where his mommy was currently hiding. He'd been following her a moment ago, but the brief pause had discombobulated him. Dark ears tipped backwards nervously until he caught sight of her willowy figure at the table- right. Food! He eagerly awaited the doled out plate, gripping it awkwardly between his teeth and prancing away with all anxieties forgotten in his excitement to eat something. Little bunny tail wiggling excitedly, the boy settled quite awkwardly off to the side near a wall where he could enjoy his meal without interruptions. |