out there in the silence (AW)
03-07-2015, 12:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-07-2015, 01:44 PM by Tealah.)
OOC: set between the Arc/Imp festival and the Imp/Lyd siege.
The festival with Arcanum had marked what was really the first time she'd left Imperium's borders for any real length of time since she'd had the pups. It had been good to get out into less familiar surroundings even if she had needed to put up with the Arcanum branch of Valentine's family sneering arrogantly down their noses at her and her kids. And the Arcanum branch of her own family as well... sigh. She'd left the pups to sleep off the exhaustion of the day and set out for a run as the sun set to burn some of the excess energy from the excitement. She considered stopping at Valen's den - it had seemed like something was on his mind as they'd made the trek back to Imperium's borders and she nearly stopped to see if he'd want to talk about whatever it was, but ultimately she decided against it. Though they'd parted ways after their argument much less furiously than they'd joined into it, she was wary of pushing him. She'd come dangerously close to revealing too much of herself, too much of what she buried beneath layers of trickiness and good cheer, last time she'd argued with him and she rather doubted he'd quite forgiven him for kidnapping his little plaything. If he was ready to talk to her again he could seek her out instead of the other way around. So instead she'd steered around his den and set off through the border at a ground-eating lope, very nearly a breaking into a sprint just from the pure joy of running. She relished in the pull and stretch of muscles too little used of late, in the faint burning of her lungs and the slight tug of the wind on her fur. She didn't go far; the pull of her family waiting for her back in Imperium was too strong. She slowed and eventually came to a stop in a tangled, wild-growing orchard. The trees were in full fruit, and her arrival startled a herd of deer into leaping away through the overgrown trees. She grinned and considered giving chase just for fun, but with her stillness crept in a certain contemplative moodiness, and her grin faded. Dropping her haunches, she sat alone beneath the protective branches of a plum tree, watching as the moon slowly rose over the dark, quiet orchard. |
