Taste of adventures past
05-05-2015, 12:08 AM
Walk | Talk | Think Giddiness fluttered in her stomach as she felt Glacier's paw brush against her fur and her eyes never strayed from his face as he rested his head close to hers. It was strange to her how the nearness of him tempted her to get closer, how the thought of it made her happy and a little nervous but excited all the same. There was nothing that she could compare it to, nothing that even came close, and though she should have been scared of the unknown aspect of it, nervous of what it would mean should it all be brought into the open, Anais could not say that she was. She listened with the whole of her attention, smiling as the story her friend painted played out within her mind. How would the two brothers have looked as children? Anything like the men they had become? Glacier certainly must have been the bigger, bulkier of the two, and add in a healthy coating of mud she could just picture the sight he must have been. She chuckled at the vision she had created of him in his muddy coating, and chuckled again, only louder, when Glacier spoke of running into Voltage. Poor Voltage, she thought. He must have felt scared out of his wits! Like all good stories, his had a happy ending, and she was glad to hear that the scare had easily been forgotten. It was a wonderful story made all the better for knowing both of those involved, and she felt privileged to be let in on a piece of their childhood. Just as quickly as the telling of it was over, Glacier moved on to ask a question of her, allowing their game to continue without interruption. Very quickly Anais found herself at a momentary loss. Other wolves? Other adventures? That felt like such a long time ago now, at least in comparison to all the things that had happened since she had felt free enough to wander without supervision. The look on her face became thoughtful as she delved into her memories, but fairly quickly she found her answer with a return of her natural smile. "Crucifix," she answered with certainty. "He was probably my first actual friend outside of my family. He was fun and liked playing games," she reflected aloud, recalling happily the times she had met him during their acquaintanceship, "but he was an Alpha too." It always struck her as odd how playful he could be and yet still possess the maturity to run a pack. "He had pretty purple eyes," she added quietly, absently, "I hope he's still well." Realizing it was her turn again, she decided to go with a question that had popped into her mind as Glacier had told his story. "What was your...first home like? The island?" Anais asked, her words interrupted by a yawn that left her golden gaze a little half-lidded. |
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.