my sweet dears
05-13-2014, 03:09 PM
We're going till the world stops turning Hestia couldn't sleep, her wide blue eyes open as far as they could go as she paced beside Fiamette. Even though she still paced, Hestia glanced outside every few minutes, looking for her mother, and she kept a respectful distance away from her sister. Hestia wasn't even sure where her mother was, as she had left early in the morning, and now the black and white girl heard a soft call, for her siblings. Part of her hoped that Fiamette hadn't heard, but from her eldest sister's excited look, and the way she began running, Hestia knew that she had heard. Getting to the edge of the cave as fast as she could, Hestia watched Fiamette fly to her mother. The black sheep knew that she couldn't beat Fiamette, as fast as she was going, but she could always beat her siblings. So, three black paws and one white paw carried the girl against the hot ground, her white tipped tail waving in the air. Hestia reached her mother just after Fiamette, and sat in the small pool of water and steam, next to her mother. The water went just a little over her chest, and the bottom of her chin was ripping with water, but she didn't care. The hot water, along with the heat of her mother, made Hestia relaxed, all the stress her muscles could hold already leaving them, her shoulders sagging a little. No matter what happened, she wanted to be around her mother, and maybe even Solo and Vivek, probably Arisu, too. The gray girl was almost released from trying to prove herself to her older sister, so now, she mostly gained attention from her mother, only wanted attention from her mother. Raising her head and glaring at Fiamette, a sudden thought ran through her head; Pull Fiamette in the water. So, the younger pup got up, her fur dipping with water, and a playful growl escaped her lips as she jumped in the air. If she managed to, she would wrap her front paws together, or climb to Fiamette and do that, and drop off, hopefully with Fiamette. Either way, Fiamette would hopefully be coming down from that perch. |