Along Shores of Gold
06-17-2014, 06:32 PM
Twig knew nothing of the red woman, Viridiana. She had always loved the color of Viridian and thought of it as a beautiful name. She might have named Fern that had she not told her of her calling in a dream. Her husband would apply his paw gently to her stomach, the pressure sudden but not unwelcome. His paw would disturb the little ones more than herself, she would feel a squirming within her as little paws pressed against the inside of her. She would look in wonder at the life that was so obvious within her. ?I think a name? like Faun? would be beautiful? Her memories of the daughter she lost would be triggered, such a similar sound. Though still absolutely gorgeous. She would feel similar emotions to what he would encounter, she would sniffle slightly as she held back the rough emotions. "That's beautiful, Alpine." She would smile, looking back up at him lovingly, ?Did I ever tell you I had a brother? Solor? he was called, and we thought we would face the world together.? She would grow quiet, wondering what had happened to this mystery brother she had not heard of. From his reaction, and the clear fact that she had never met him, a bad feeling would well up within her. It was odd though, Alpine seemed a little embarrassed. Her nose would lift, searching for his fur, and she would kiss him. Twig rather liked the idea of naming a son after her mate's brother. ?These children will be beautiful? She would smile excitedly, surely he was right. "They seem excited to meet their dad." She would observe as tiny paws continued to push back at his alabaster toes. Excitement would fill her, rather than resentment. She had hope for their babies. |