Shiver Me Timbers
11-12-2014, 08:06 AM
YEAR 4 | Autumn | Early Sunset | 26?F - Flurries Mirajane stuck her tongue out, neck craning, attempting to catch the fluffy white flakes. Her coat was already littered with them, but her tiny pink appendage was having much less luck. She skittered around the little glade, this way and that, occasional 'harrumph'ing out her frustration. A purple orb floated down in lazy spirals until it rested beside her ear, letting out a trilling hum. Was it laughing at her? "Well, it's not easy," she vehemently defended. The purple spirit churred again before drifting away. She grumble and pouted, sitting down with a thwump, watching with drooping ears as the flakes slowly coated the earth around her. She hoped it'd warm up enough to get some icicles, those were fun. The thought of chewing on then cheered her some, and her tail gave a lazy thwap against the ground. She looked upwards, neck stretching, to the puffy clouds that dominated the sky as far off as she could see in any direction. Would the snow pick up? Mirajane sighed, regretting having left her little nook in the Orchard. It was a nice den, well dug out by some generous soul before her, and it even had some old moss in it. Here, the best she could hope for was a tangle of roots as soil not so frozen that she couldn't dig her way in. That was just no way to live! She stuck her tongue out once more, and decided to deal with that rather depressing topic later. "Talk" "You" Think |
