it was almost over, and the russet lady was washed with relief. She looked over at the boy again. This time, under the streaks of silver moonlight, she could clearly see what the figure resting on his back was - a bird. It didn't look like it would do any harm to him. Maybe they were friends. "Cute little bird you've got there," she quipped, trying to lighten the mood.
it was almost over, and the russet lady was washed with relief. She looked over at the boy again. This time, under the streaks of silver moonlight, she could clearly see what the figure resting on his back was - a bird. It didn't look like it would do any harm to him. Maybe they were friends. "Cute little bird you've got there," she quipped, trying to lighten the mood.
The boy frowned at the girl’s question, his head swaying softly from side to side. Unfortunately, little Legolas did not know what had startled the fuzzy, flying creatures. But he was not interested in finding out either. The were beginning to disappear into the night and that was all that mattered to the ivory Stark. N-no, he confessed in a hushed voice, his sea-green gaze falling onto the tawny woman. H-h-happened s-so quick-ck-ckly. He just wished it had ended as quickly as it had started.
His gaze had returned to the sky as the last handful of bats sifted through the trees, disappearing into the darkness overhead. He sighed, his ears falling to the side as he collapsed against the ground in an exhausted heap. Cute little bird you’ve got there. A single ear twitched in her direction as his lips curled into a shy smile. Ch-chip, he introduced as he turned to his packmate while his trembling legs pushed him into a stand. H-he had a h-hurt w-w-wing. D-dad ’n I h-helped h-him. The bird had helped from its injury but still remained, keeping the nervous boy company. For now.
"That was a really nice thing to do," she smiled down warmly at the little boy, before nodding at Chip. "I'm sure Chip is really grateful for your help."
The sun had already set down some time ago, replaced by the bright moon shining down upon them. Its pale, silver light streaked through the canopy above them. Helen sucked in a deep breath of the bracing night air, before letting it out slowly. "You shouldn't be wandering so far away from the borders so close to sundown." she chided firmly. "Wrong. You shouldn't even step outside the territory. I guess I'll have to tell your father about this." She hoped the young one had learnt his lesson.
Her expression softened a little. "About time to head back," she lowered her head, nudging at the ball of fur. Swishing her tail, the lady turned her head back once again. "Name's Helen. Surge's lowest."
Fade