Journey's fruition
12-15-2014, 08:09 PM
Shaye knew that she was the luckiest girl in the world, that nothing could ever compare to the wonders that she had seen. The coolness of the water, the soothing touch of grass beneath her paws and the scent of an ocean breeze. Everything was utterly and wholly brand new to her, and each experience was fresh and new and amazing. The trek from her birth den to the place her Mumma wanted to take her was long, and tiring, yet... she would not have had the world any other way. Mumma told her stories about the land they where going to, of the bridge that led between this land and that and the strange speech the people there used, of it fluidity and strength. Most of all, she told Shaye about her father. She knew he was big, and strong and sturdy, that he was dark with shots of silver to halo his body and accent the tones of his eyes. She knew also, that she held so much of her father in her body. She knew before she was him that she loved him with all her heart, and that he would be perfect and as strong as she imagined him. She was also afraid, because she did not know him, would he love her? This little stranger he had never met. When he saw her, or rather the giant paws she could see from beneath her mothers belly the girl's fear fell away. She needed to see him, more then a peek, a glance, more then whips of his body seen from hiding. She popped out from behind her mother and ran a few feet before Motif could stop her. And then she saw him. He was everything she had imagined and more, and he was... hers. A wide, wild grin spread across her muzzle and her eyes lit up with wonder. “Daddah?” she whispered, a little more cautiously now, her steps hesitant and uncertain she took another step, her head bobbing up and down with worry, curiosity, and amazement "Speech" |
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