I'll be right beside you, dear
04-23-2014, 09:02 PM
She would feel him at her side as the would exit his den, the confined space was not so bad his den being rather large. Since the birth she had preferred the Endlessness of the skies above her. As her elegant form would reunite with the outside world Alpine would follow closely behind her. Their pelts would not separate as words were exchanged, Alpine giving no indication of remembering the flowers. She could barely remember, but it they were not there she was unsure where she would find them. As thoughts of her daughter flooded her emotions the gentle touch Alpine offered would comfort and encourage her. With added strength she would sniff away her tears and head out to their planned spot. Loping next to her friend she would Steel herself for the coming onslaught, they had a bit of time before the reached the tiny girl's resting place. Still, the dread would mix with the ugliness of the day, her pelt would begin to soak in the misty water as their paws brought them to the fallen star. She would hear the gentle encouragement he would give, and return the gesture as they would go their separate ways. ?
Marked muzzle would search opposite the alabaster male, orchid gaze searching for the pinkish red flowers. Her slate covered paws would carry her over bits of disturbed earth, finding over a tiny crest the flowers she had wanted. It was obvious they had been damaged by the heat of the falling star, petals were wilted and a few closest to the crater would show slight burn marks. The moon's light had been much more flattering than this evening's dreary glow. Her ears would fall to her cranium as she realized with disdain that they would not be the perfect gift she had so imagined. With more disappointment than she had expected to feel her muzzle would pick the two best blooms before turning and finding her way to Alpine's mysterious form.?
Marked muzzle would search opposite the alabaster male, orchid gaze searching for the pinkish red flowers. Her slate covered paws would carry her over bits of disturbed earth, finding over a tiny crest the flowers she had wanted. It was obvious they had been damaged by the heat of the falling star, petals were wilted and a few closest to the crater would show slight burn marks. The moon's light had been much more flattering than this evening's dreary glow. Her ears would fall to her cranium as she realized with disdain that they would not be the perfect gift she had so imagined. With more disappointment than she had expected to feel her muzzle would pick the two best blooms before turning and finding her way to Alpine's mysterious form.?