Home Alone
12-30-2013, 12:12 PM
Still I follow heartlines on your hand. Echoes of a city that?s long overgrown. Nizhoni dismissed Elias' words as only a brother could, and instead raced towards the doors. His body was still rotund, laden with puppy fat, and he looked rather ridiculous doing so. He didn't mind, because in his thoughts he was already a big, strong warrior. One day he'd be bigger than any of them, he told himself. They'd be looking up at him and not the other way around. He could hear his brothers at his heels as he pushed out and past the door's opening. The cold wind buffeted him, but he thought that perhaps it wasn't as cold as it had been the day before. Brisk for a certainty, but alive with promise. Nizhoni didn't really understand, but the way it made his fur tug and tingle brought a smile to his face. He turned around to look over his shoulder, searching for his brother's friendly face. How could he have been sleeping in on a day like this? "C'mon Eli, it's pretty out here!" The darker coated boy could not repress his grin and jumped high into the air, coming down into the snow with a great puff of white powder. It seemed denser than it had before, and it occurred to him that there was a new sound in the air. Perplexed, he looked upwards and saw glittering droplets falling from the barn's roof top. He gasped. "Eli, look! The snow's turning into water!" His momma had told him that when it gets warm the snow would all turn into water and disappear until winter came again. The thought made him sad, but he knew that the next time he saw snow he'd big big and strong and able to hunt like his papa. He decided that maybe he was excited for that, and maybe it wasn't so bad after all. |