In a dream of mine
04-16-2015, 04:45 AM
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04-16-2015, 05:23 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.
04-16-2015, 05:52 AM
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04-16-2015, 08:29 AM
Irelyn teetered in the edge of a decision: to stay and accept the first encounter the universe had offered her in some time, or to flee. With her golden brown coat and leafy green eyes she could have tried to blend into her surroundings, but full camouflage was beyond her, and she would likely look more foolish than anything else, standing there pretending she hadn't been seen. She had been spotted by the other female, and there was no pretending she hadn't.
The pale female spoke – a single word, from which it was difficult to discern tone, although the word itself was one Irelyn knew to be a friendly opener. “Hello,” she responded in kind, giving a slight dip her of broad muzzle as a smile ghosted across her face. One rusty paw lifted to dangle a couple of inches from the ground in uncertainty.
Ire could either take the plunge and try to strike up a conversation or she could leave the greeting at that and walk on by. Something, some inner yearning for companionship, convinced her to do the former. She took a step forward, tail swaying slightly, and swallowed. “Nice day for it.” Mentally, Ire kicked herself. A nice day for what, exactly – to make awkward conversation?
The pale female spoke – a single word, from which it was difficult to discern tone, although the word itself was one Irelyn knew to be a friendly opener. “Hello,” she responded in kind, giving a slight dip her of broad muzzle as a smile ghosted across her face. One rusty paw lifted to dangle a couple of inches from the ground in uncertainty.
Ire could either take the plunge and try to strike up a conversation or she could leave the greeting at that and walk on by. Something, some inner yearning for companionship, convinced her to do the former. She took a step forward, tail swaying slightly, and swallowed. “Nice day for it.” Mentally, Ire kicked herself. A nice day for what, exactly – to make awkward conversation?
04-16-2015, 08:53 AM
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04-18-2015, 02:51 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-18-2015, 06:02 PM by Irelyn.)
Irelyn's shoulders dropped in visible relief when her slightly odd remark went by without comment, and she managed to produce a smile and restore her paw to the ground, half a step closer. The introduction was more appreciated than Ire would let on. She could do this; introductions had a certain order and level of predictability to them which the guarded female could play along with easily enough, hiding her anxieties beneath chirpy words which belied her: “Irelyn Draíocht.” she managed, offering a swift bob of her head to the snowy she-wolf. Ire's unease was settling now, reshaping itself into natural curiosity; Novella seemed benign in her intentions and the more skittish female was comforted by the distance maintained between them. “I don't s'pose you know where I could find some lavender?” |
04-19-2015, 02:01 PM
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