Taste of adventures past

*Anais* · 04-11-2015, 12:36 AM

Walk | Talk | Think

The very idea of what Glacier suggested was thrilling for the girl. After nearly being kidnapped, Anais had resigned herself to a fate dictated by her parents, and then by her brothers when her parents passed on. She knew then that the world was too dangerous for her to simply run about wherever and whenever she pleased as she had once done, and she even feared the malevolent beings who hunted in those lands. Safety had become first. Now, however, the dangers were starting to feel less threatening, and the world less scary. Compared to Glacier everyone else looked tiny, and when she was with him she felt freer than she ever had. Just imagining spending a day going somewhere new, somewhere exciting with him, caused her to break out in a grin and her stomach to flutter with nervousness and excitement. Yes, she would only do reckless things with him.

He stepped forward after confirming that they had reached her designated spot, and the grey and gold wolf hung back to watch as the gentle giant rustled with the fixings of the space. It seemed like a nice little corner, plenty cozy enough for a night here, and she tried not to think too much about the care he was taking to make the space just right. Maybe that was just his natural courtesy to everyone. Or maybe I'm just as special to him as his family.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the unexpected question posed to her, and for a moment she was too startled by it to even think of an answer. Children? That seemed even more unexpected than the question of if she had ever been in love. Oh, and why did him asking leave her feeling a little flustered again? "No," she finally said after a short pause, her brow furrowing a little as her gaze continued to remain fixed on the bedding that Glacier was settling into place, "I've...never really thought about it." And how could she when she was already caring for a baby brother and a pup-like adult? And especially when she still felt like a child herself at times, pretending to be grown up, when she was with them? It was hard work, she knew that now, though very rewarding. Only she was less certain she was ready to try it again so soon.

Afraid that the circumstances behind her unexpected wealth of knowledge on the subject might dim the mood of their conversation, she tried answering more lightly, "Does Lebrah count?" Her tone was joking, sheepish, but the new subject rewarded her with a sudden pang of guilt that robbed her of her smile. Where was he tonight? Was he looking for her? Would he be worried if she was not there? It was one thing for him to stay the night away from the Fjord of his own choosing, but for her not to be there when he went to curl up in their den... "Do you think he'll be okay?" Anais asked softly, second guesses beginning to fill her with uncertainty. It was only one night, but was that asking too much?

Art by Dancing Crows

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