When Heavy Wings Grow Lighter
03-30-2014, 07:58 PM
The sense of coolness that the water brought was like a soothing balm to him. He had always found peace within the embrace of sea of lake alike. He enjoyed the feeling of freedom like flying that came with the sensation of swimming. His own strength against the currents and the clarity of open eyes beneath its bulk. So he could say, despite everything and despite that throbbing never-forgotten sense of pain he could sense from Twig it was still possible to hold a warm smile against his lips and mean it. He watched her with careful eyes as she eased herself into deeper waters, he knew that every moment he spent with her it was his duty and his want to look out for her. This strong, independent fae who had been through so much and with a fate that deemed it necessary to drag her through more pain and hardship. He could see she did not find the same peace within the coolness of the water that he did. He thought a moment, paws dragging at the waters as he paddled easily within it. ?It was a good idea, but I wouldn't mind finding somewhere to dry off. Are you up for a walk?' He asked lightly, he already had a destination in mind, is she was willing they would walk to the top side of the gorge and look down at the running water there. He had still not gotten over his horror at heights and cliff sides, but perhaps she would find some the peace she had not found here, up there, on top of the world. It she did, it would be worth his discomfort. "Speech" |
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