Everywhere and Back
07-22-2014, 03:40 PM
Freyja watched the man fish from on high, perched ever so delicately on a grassy rise that fell away sharply at her paws. A brisk wind off the ocean, salt and a cold front, tugged at her gold and cream plumage. Her eyes narrowed in something akin to bland interest, perhaps like a small pup overseeing an anthill. What was he doing, and why, and where would he go next? She allowed herself a demure grin. With her tail lifted in a banner of confidence and ego, she minced her way down the slope and made her way on light footsteps to the water's edge, passing the man with no sideways glance. "Good fishing?" she would quip in an airy purr as she came of a longitude to him, before passing on. The day's heat was fleeting rapidly as the sun sank, and she felt that tonight would be closer akin to late winter than mid spring. It would be best to get some food into her, and chill be damned if her fur was still wet by the time she denned down for the night. She cast a glance at last over her tawny shoulder, gaze flicking at first over the brute and then over his catch, hoping to guess what she herself might find. It was not one she recognized, unfortunately, and she turned away once more to begin wading in. |