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08-13-2015, 05:51 PM
Själ
The day was decidedly warm for Frostfall, although that wasn't saying much, given her recent stay in the Aurora Basin. As far as the princess knew, the mountainous herdland was as far north as one could go in Helovia, and would therefore be the coldest area by far. The pathway to the Heavenly Fields was quite pleasant in comparison, particularly in the timid warmth of the noon sun, and as Själ snuggled her egg closer still, she began to grow more and more sleepy. Before long, the girl had begun to doze, her warm breath coaxing the orb to life in her grasp.
Had she been awake, the princess probably would have heard the lightning boy's approach far before he leaped from the bushes; as it were, she did not, and as he exploded from the limited foliage with triumph, she awoke with a start. Her head shot up, white rings around her amber eyes, narrowly avoiding shoving the egg away in her surprise. She could not help the high-pitched squeal that escaped from her throat, nor the way every muscle leaped to attention, causing her to jump with something like fear. She scrambled for a moment, flailing about as though about to leap to her feet; but then she stopped, frozen with recognition.
Had it been anyone else looking any less absurd, she might had been angry. For a moment, it crossed her mind to yell at the lightning boy, not only for disturbing her peaceful slumber, but for almost harming her precious egg. But there was something endearing about the haphazard perch he had assumed before her, the way he shuddered electricity down his spine to shake off the snow, the look of excitement and camaraderie that he shared with her - she could not even pretend to be angry, not when her heart suddenly leaped with pleasure at his appearance.
She began to laugh, whole-heartedly and deeply, perhaps the most true expression of joy that she had ever given. "I've been wondering where you made off to, Mr. Badass," she teased. At the reference to her egg, however, she wilted slightly, frowning with confusion. "Well, I thought it was an egg, but it isn't hatching," she told him sadly, gazing at the little round orb dejectedly.
"Text."
Had she been awake, the princess probably would have heard the lightning boy's approach far before he leaped from the bushes; as it were, she did not, and as he exploded from the limited foliage with triumph, she awoke with a start. Her head shot up, white rings around her amber eyes, narrowly avoiding shoving the egg away in her surprise. She could not help the high-pitched squeal that escaped from her throat, nor the way every muscle leaped to attention, causing her to jump with something like fear. She scrambled for a moment, flailing about as though about to leap to her feet; but then she stopped, frozen with recognition.
Had it been anyone else looking any less absurd, she might had been angry. For a moment, it crossed her mind to yell at the lightning boy, not only for disturbing her peaceful slumber, but for almost harming her precious egg. But there was something endearing about the haphazard perch he had assumed before her, the way he shuddered electricity down his spine to shake off the snow, the look of excitement and camaraderie that he shared with her - she could not even pretend to be angry, not when her heart suddenly leaped with pleasure at his appearance.
She began to laugh, whole-heartedly and deeply, perhaps the most true expression of joy that she had ever given. "I've been wondering where you made off to, Mr. Badass," she teased. At the reference to her egg, however, she wilted slightly, frowning with confusion. "Well, I thought it was an egg, but it isn't hatching," she told him sadly, gazing at the little round orb dejectedly.
"Text."
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