Tip, tippy toes,
08-30-2014, 05:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-30-2014, 05:48 PM by KatG6.)
When I am wise, I am strong; Sing me a sweet song. On the tip of her tippy toes, what an absurd manner of movement. Her front limbs taking turns kicking out in front of her, as if she was a newborn calf, toes spreading to expose the slight webbing between them. The quick motion only to be slowed as the pads of her paws smack into the ground below. Gracious in the manner of precision, until her hind legs clumsily stumbled to keep up under her. She had awoken to the idea just that morning, could she creep around on the tips of her toes and go unseen. Lula had said no, You'll look like a big oof who has much stuck in her paws. Lula was not only right, her tippy toes were far from quiet and sneaky. Stop that already, hissed Lula in a disapproving tone. You've been at it for an hour and I don't think you know where we are anymore. This was very true, but in her defense she rarely knew where they were anymore. How can Lula get so mad when they were lost to begin with? Crunch. The gentle sound of a twig beneath her foot would draw in her attention. Her ears giving a twitch as her eye falls into focus to the area around her. As her head swiveled to favor the view for her right side, her left settled closed in a relaxed fashion. One-eye, tip toeing dirty fae such as herself was surely a sight to see. A view many would choose to ignore. The growl from her stomach would gather a stern warning as Lula grumbled, We've been hungry all day, can't we eat? Mekala snickered, chirping back in a matter-of-fact tone. It certainly is physically possible. Lula was quick to answer, thick with sarcasm,Oh thanks for the nature lesson, genius! Pushing her paws into the ground she focused on the realization that she had stopped moving. When did that happen? Picking up her legs one by one she twists about her paws as if making sure they were still working. We really should get you a sign that reads, DANGEROUS: NOT SAFE FOR CHILDRENS. Mekala snarled, a high pitched announcement leaving her form. NAG! The sound of her own voice made her form shudder, before angrily marching forward. What was the point of having a voice in her head if it was only going to nag her?! Even if the nag had kept her alive. Her nagger had a good point, her pace slowing by a few paces to take in her surroundings on a serious matter. Where was she anyway? How far could she off traveled to be starring at a collecting of rocks? As I think, When I choose to speak, Lula's fuss, |
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