In a dream of mine
04-16-2015, 04:23 AM
The tuneful gurgle of moving water rose like a chorus around the honeyed figure. Irelyn moved tentatively, legs slightly bent – she was almost creeping through the delta, as if afraid that some of the leaping droplets might encourage a great water monster to emerge and drag her down to the depths. Ire's heart pounded at the thought of rushing water covering her, drumming in her ears. Her ears flattened, but in spite of her anxieties the golden wanderer pressed on, ever careful, ever watchful, and always sure to keep a foot or two between her and the water.
A golden brown leaf drifted by, observed in silent interest. Irelyn drew to a halt, the tip of her tail switching as she remembered days – now long gone – spent chasing the autumn leaves, counting their many colours and wondering where they went. Irelyn knew now that they simply fell to the ground and turned into mulch with winter's kiss. Winter – that was a worrying thought. The coldest season would soon arrive and Irelyn, without a pack, would have to be even more careful in order to survive.
Her misty green eyes were still locked onto the twirling, dancing leaf – but refocusing them, Ire saw a figure. Had she been moving, she would have frozen in place; as it was, her ears perked for a moment before retreating towards her skull. Interest still glowed in those avocado eyes, but Irelyn remained still, inwardly debating the merits and pitfalls of approaching a stranger.
A golden brown leaf drifted by, observed in silent interest. Irelyn drew to a halt, the tip of her tail switching as she remembered days – now long gone – spent chasing the autumn leaves, counting their many colours and wondering where they went. Irelyn knew now that they simply fell to the ground and turned into mulch with winter's kiss. Winter – that was a worrying thought. The coldest season would soon arrive and Irelyn, without a pack, would have to be even more careful in order to survive.
Her misty green eyes were still locked onto the twirling, dancing leaf – but refocusing them, Ire saw a figure. Had she been moving, she would have frozen in place; as it was, her ears perked for a moment before retreating towards her skull. Interest still glowed in those avocado eyes, but Irelyn remained still, inwardly debating the merits and pitfalls of approaching a stranger.