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07-05-2016, 12:01 PM
For the first time in months, the girl slept in. She usually rose with the sun, her energy bounding and immediately pouring forth. But today, after the long journey from the Rotunda into this new home, the babe found this cozy bed of moss and spring grass too comforting to rise from (not to mention the subconscious notion that she was watched over and protected again). So it was well after dawn that those curled ears finally twitched and her sides heave with the coming consciousness.
Her sea eyes woke to the most wondrous of places. When she found this little tucked away hiding place it had been deep in the night, and now the full beauty of her choice came to her. She had slept on a bed of moss under the cascading branches of an old willow. The plant was strange to her, but it let her imagination run wild so that in this morning light she saw it as a veil, keeping her still waking self-separate from the world outside. Yet it was revealed to be just as lovely. The willow still among a small grove of polite trees, and then it cascaded down to a creek below, rippling and gurgling softly, continuing on into other groves. Tasseled tail curls and switches contentedly by her side and wings did not attempt to collect and be refined. She let herself, in some rare moment, relax the usual habits of decency, and she continued to lay upon the moss, wings cast carelessly out, soaking in the faint morning sun through the land’s mists above.
In time though it was her own body that commanded her rise. The sound of running water down below continued, and it drew from her an awareness that her lips were desperate for the cool water. It was about noon when she had finally risen and walked down to the creek edge to drink. Her wings still hung lazily by her sides and her walk was gracefully uncollected. In her distant thoughts she wondered who else lived in this herd. Perhaps even she might meet them today, or explore. The possibilities were endless, but her usual energy was still calmed by the lazy morning comforts.
OOC:: Open to any and all. =]
