[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by ap. LYCORIS and puppy HESPER on March 26, 2009, 6:46 am, in reply to "But there's no such thing as skin that's too soft!"
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Giggles fall from her mouth in colours and flourishes, and Hesper sighs, and presses her lips to her mother’s shoulder. The wind rustled through her, through those three as they stood in the range with the sun and cloudless blue. Stood in a picturesque day, even though it would be one of the last ones in the element.
Hesper, however, with bright amber eyes is concerned at the question their new friend asks. The filly look at the grey mare and her nostrils tremble, lips purse and press into a line of anxiety. Because she knew the answer of her mother, she knew it in her heart because her mother had teeth and barked and was covered in fur with a waggly tail.
The filly is not surprised to hear her mother laugh it off, and lean into the stormy mare. She pushes her vibrant speckled body against that of Fei’s, planting soft friendly kisses on her cheeks. “I’m going nowhere!”
Bifröst clings at her lovingly, Hesper smiles, but there’s sadness in it. Because she knew, when she moved on, and followed her friends, that her mother would be here.
“Andarin is my home, it is where I belong, my niche. My life is part being a wolf, and without that part, well, I’d much rather fall with this nation!” Hesper knows, she’ll walk out of here, and her mother with have a grave of rainbows and flowers under the mountain that falls in on itself. But it’ll be okay, Hesper tells herself, because they know what’s going to happen.
“What about you, Fei?”
... fingers crossed, all is not lost...
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