Climbing the ladder
12-25-2013, 09:32 PM
Her sweet face would turn upwards to take in the glistening sight of the suns rays, they would not reach her with full power. Gracefully her tired paws would navigate through the newly fallen snow, she would walk with ease over the powdery substance. A soft smile would grace her sleepy visage, she needed to rest before she went out that night. So as surely as she knew the toes on her paws they would carry her back to the den. Close by the river she would find herself in the presence of one of her own, the likes of Siarvon. Her grin would widen as she slowed, hoping to greet him before she reached her den. Her snowy form would slow to a halt close enough to easily talk with the man, Good day, Siarvon. she would address him happily. She had not seen him since the first meeting, and wondered how he was doing since there had been no promotion of a skilled warrior Philosopher. How are your training sessions going? she hoped he would be taking up personal training in the lack of a class. Speech |