The Dainty Arts

*Aros* · 01-02-2014, 11:03 AM

Spring had overtaken the world with furious passion. It seemed as if over night warmth and rain and color had swept into existence, washing the dark moons away like a flash flood. The nights were still cold, but the daytime hours produced a mild, heady warmth. Aros lounged in a ray of sunlight, swatting his tail at the first flies of the season. He wanted to track down his pale princess, but the heat felt so goof after the bitter months. He leaned upwards, head lifting from his sprawled position. The pine forest, while it had retained it's green, seemed to glow now. He sighed happily and lay back down, deciding that if Impra needed him, she knew how to find him.

"Speech," Thoughts,

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