Taste of adventures past
04-02-2015, 11:13 PM
Walk | Talk | Think The smaller wolf stretched and reached upward to press back against Glacier when he leaned in to turn his face into the top of her head, seeking each moment of contact that could be gotten from him. She enjoyed it so much, too much, and knew that what she had thought was just a crush had developed into something different, something deeper. It was scary to think about, even scarier to speak of as she had realized when her mountainous friend had nearly touched on the subject only a few minutes before, but this, these little touches that meant so much more than friendly gestures to her, were as close as she was going to get to expressing herself. At least for now, while she still struggled to gauge Glacier's own sentiments and to gather the confidence for her own. Without even realizing, she had forfeited her turn in asking her question, but rather than be disappointed over losing a turn she only grinned, her tail wagging again. That seemed such a small price to pay for getting their game to move to a different location that would suit them better, especially with the current time. He rose slowly, and a little stiffly she began to do the same, needing to pause and stretch once she had gotten to her feet. Her gaze turned one last time to stare out at the bright night sky, the shimmering waters, and the sparkling shoreline with a secretive smile, already claiming this little hidden treasure as one shared between herself and Glacier, and before he could get ahead of her she turned to follow behind him down the narrow path back into the cave below. Before they could even get back inside, the game was already continuing, and as she followed behind Glacier Anais had to think a moment of what spooked her. A generic sort of fear? Did she have one? Bugs? Not particularly. The dark? No. Oh. But that did remind her of something else from her childhood, something that had stuck with her over the years despite rationality arguing against it. Her ears splayed slightly, embarrassment seeping into her smile as she trailed after her friend into the dark interior of the cave toward the corner he had mentioned. "It's...kind of silly," she started to say, pausing to chuckle sheepishly at her own expense, "but when I was little I was told this one place had a monster in it. It was this strange, unnatural red thing that some wolves used to den in, and because it was so weird looking I was convinced that the monster was real and was always too afraid to get close to it." She could still see the red barn that stood on the Range, and still felt a little unsettled by the unnaturalness of it. "It still kind of gives me the creeps." Did that count as a generic, irrational fear? A scary monster living in a barn? And, because he had brought it up and she was feeling particularly curious now that she thought about it, Anais turned the question back on him with a little tilt of her head in the darkness, her smile audible within her voice. "Do you have one?" What could possibly scare Glacier? |
Art by Dancing Crows
* Because he has become her protector, Glacier is allowed into any and all threads that Anais may be in, regardless of how they are tagged.