The 59 Sound
07-11-2014, 10:33 PM
She flew over the terra at an all out run. Somewhere out there was Kismet. His distant voice had reached her all the way over in the range where she'd made her den. It wasn't quite a home, but the space she'd chosen was entirely of her own making. Having found the rusty pieces of machinery fascinating, Warja decided that the one that she'd pulled The Shiny off of was perfect for a living space. The contraption, thanks to age and decay, was low to the ground. All she had to do was dig under it and push all the loose dirt to the sides and tada! instant living space. To complete her abode, the yearling had scattered the seeds of several of her favorite plants atop the displaced dirt. She was hoping that with time they'd grow up and pack the soil in, further solidifying the walls she'd made. The final touch that had christened Casa Warja was when she'd crawled inside and tucked an old ragged feather into the machine's twisty belly. She ran through the swamp, dancing around questionable ripples and slithering over roots and then hit the caves. If it weren't Kismet who was waiting she'd have hunted around the caves for a bit, but because it was him she didn't linger. Some day she'd come back and investigate, but not today. Unless, of course, her friend was up for an adventure. Finally she hit the beach. Here the yearling paused to sniff around. This was where Kismet was calling from, wasn't it? Warja followed her nose around for a bit. When at last she found his scent, the fae was off again, rocketing down the beach. Her gaze roved over the terra, hungrily taking in everything in the hopes that her eyes would land on his form. When they found his pawprints they tracked them until they were out of sight and when at last the distant outline of her best friend came into view, her eyes stayed fixed on him. Finally she stood before him. Mock serious, she said accusingly, "Well, you took your sweet time." The serious act didn't last long. In seconds the corners of her mouth twisted up in a small smile. When she spoke next Warja's voice was soft. "I missed you." Speaking - -Thinking |
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