Possibilities
01-16-2014, 12:30 PM
Despite her ill luck the last time she'd been down this way, Qanik had returned to the south to better explore an area that she'd just glimpsed from a distance on her quick scouting trip. An old orchard, run down and unkempt but nonetheless beautiful. Especially now, the warmer weather of spring coaxing the trees to unfurl their bright blossoms. She padded beneath a gnarled old apple tree, trailing soft white apple blossoms down it's knotted branches, and stretched sphynx-like beneath it's sheltering boughs. The scent was intoxicating, and she watched for a moment as bees busily buzzed from blossom to blossom, in their own way enjoying this beauty as much as she was. Too bad there was no land like this up in the north where Tortuga resided. The red wood forest had it's own beauty, and the waterfall was certainly lovely, but she'd never seen such a relaxing place as this. The warrior had let her guard down, drowsing in the warmth and the scent of the orchard. Dreamily she pictured Tortugan pups racing beneath the trees, her beautiful little nieces and nephews with their clumsy puppy ways and inquisitive nature... The daydream vanished with a snap when reality intruded. She would never have Tortugan nieces and nephews. Her siblings, if they lived, had scattered to any number of different packs far from here. The odds of one finding their way here were nearly insurmountable. There would be no blood relatives for Qanik in Tortuga. She shook off the sudden gloom. It didn't matter that she shared blood with no one in the pack. It was still her family now. If Ritsuka or young Gossamer took a mate and had pups, or Deteste or any of the other members of the pack, it would be no different than if one of Qanik's old pack members had. They'd still be family. Still, the daydream had lost some of it's lustre, and a thread of loneliness, of feeling like an outsider in her own pack, had intruded. Stifling a morose sigh, Qanik pushed aside the feeling, determined to enjoy the day and the surroundings. Her eyes drifted shut, blocking out all but the sun's warmth, the scent of the blossoms and faint buzz of the bees as she meditated there. Speech, |