- Not far from the borders, before noon, Partly Cloudy - 17 ° F/-8 ° C
A light breeze ruffled through russet hairs, black snout quivering, breathing in deeply. A long, deep sigh fell from dark lips, lids parting from copper eyes that turned skyward, to the sun, peeking out between fluffy, white clouds. There was change in the air! Ever since Veho's visit, she had felt it, a creeping warmth that seemed more of a mental sensation than a physical one. The blowing winds no longer rattling bones, but bringing promises, of lighter, warmer days. On a day like this one, she was more certain than ever, finally feeling the warm fingers of the sun, reaching out to kiss the earth and finally free it from winters frozen embrace. She had longed for spring for so long, since the last time she experienced it even, and now she could finally, finally feel it approaching. It set her whole body abuzz, fur tinkling, not yet shedding, but making ready to; Teeth watering as she longed for fresh meat; And her stomach aflutter. This particular spring brought more promises than any previous, promises that simultaneously made butterflies flutter in her chest, and filled her with dread. She couldn't sit still, every moment she was moving, doing anything she could to keep her mind occupied. Sometimes she walked the borders, but Miccah was always keen on keeping them strong, and his scent only made her more erratic. Mostly she wandered off the land, looking for the first, weak signs of spring, with a healer's keen eye for sprouting medicinal herbs. But on this morning, she had only come a short distance out of the Woodlands, when the sunlight in an open clearing had caused her to pause. She stepped out into the open, feeling the distant heat of the sun on her back, and found herself, for whatever limited time it might be, at peace. So here she had sat down, on yellowing grass peeking out, where hooves of hungry animals had cleared away the snow. She turned her head to the sun, closing her eyes and listening to the winds rattle in the branches above. Soon enough this peace would be over. Word count: 355 Thoughts ”Speech” |