Ghosts of the Past
12-02-2013, 10:02 PM
It was amazing how an interesting perspective could make even the most uncomfortable perch pleasant. Aranya lay upwards and ramrod straight so as not to roll one way or another. As it was, she was fifteen feet up in the air, on the ruined remnant of a stone wall. She had seen such things before, but never like this. The man-dens sprawled beneath her, decrepit and worn and weathered and fascinating. She had never seen stone cut so smoothly! Even that which had crumbled had fallen into neat piles, they were neither strewn nor scattered. She could not fathom how it was they came to birth such things, but she could certainly enjoy them. Had there been any place providing a roof or block from prevailing wind, she may well have denned there. The sun sat at high noon, and the wind was calm. It was not warm, per say, but it was not as bone chilling as it had been int he mountains. In comparison, you could actually say the change was quite pleasant. Her stomach was full, after taking down a lame, stunted doe the day before, and her spirits high. I think I should like some company, she thought, even the voice in her head chipper. This is a fine day for a pair or trio, even. She thought back the the few wolves she had met since coming to this harsh, vast land. Each had been unique and undoubtedly fascinating. She was keen as a hawks eye to meet more, dozens more, to see and hear and learn all they had to offer. Oh yes, it was a fine day for discovery. Speech,Thoughts, |