Memories are just where you laid them...

Exhaustion made her body heavy, and her bones ached from the long trek through the desert this morning. Grumbling quietly to herself, the ebony bitch curled up under a bramble thicket, where no one could easily disturb her, and she slowly drifted into the warm embrace of slumber...

The young girl was bored, the rest of the family was sleeping, which left her only able to lay in her bed and play with her toes. Not as much fun as one would think. Pouting in annoyance, she jumped up and waddled over to where Loki slept, and started jumping on him, chewing on his ears. Rolling over, the bigger male shoved her a good four feet away with a haphazard swipe. Hanging her head in defeat, she plodded to the entrance of the den just as her brother cantered right into her. The two of them tumbled into the den again as the angry goose went parading right past. Giggling, she kicked her pale brother off of her. "Baldur! What are you doing?" She half growled, half snickered quietly. Standing up, she shook out her fur and pounced on her brother. She had somehow ended up lying across his back, with her paws dangling from each side as she nibbled on the fur of his flanks. Her little tail wagged back and forth as she nearly squealed with the joy of having someone to play with now. But what had Baldur been doing outside?... The thought went unanswered as she tumbled off of her brother and somersaulted across the dirt floor of the den. Lying on her back, she gazed at her brother with twinkling eyes and waited for him to respond.




"Speech"

like moving pictures in my head, for years and years they've played