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12-07-2015, 04:14 AM
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Areli the flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly Orangemoon had come to Helovia again, but this year it seemed different to Areli. The trees were as bright as last autumn’s and the foliage underfoot just as crunchy, however somehow the girl couldn’t muster up the same enthusiasm that she’d greeted the fall with before. Perhaps it was knowing that the winter would follow, or perhaps it was the sadness of losing summer, but more likely the season kindled her melancholy because of the memories it stirred. Had it only been a year ago that Ilios had gone? It felt like ages to Areli. Brow furrowed, she tried to remember the last time she’d seen him. There had been the day she’d found Bee, and…well, that had been it. He had promised to visit and she had vowed to go to him, but neither plan had come to fruition. Was this how things were going to be? With her mind on her brother, the filly wandered rather morosely through the wood, shuffling through the leaves. However, her dampened spirits didn’t seem to be affecting her companion’s. Bee was loving every minute of her first autumn and as she raced along the path ahead, Areli could feel her practically vibrating with excitement. So many sounds! So many smells! The sheer sensory stimulation was almost too much for the pup. Consequently, the filly had learned to let Bee’s reactions buzz in the back of her mind—if she paid attention to every spike of the wolf’s emotions, she’d be jittery as a junebug by now. As if on on cue, the pup scented a deer, and Areli brushed aside the jolt of adrenaline that spontaneously shot through her veins. While she could not see the mass of gold fur up ahead, she could hear Bee’s ecstatic yipping and the rustling of the brush as the poor animal made its speedy exit. “Bee,” she called, voice rather plaintive, “Leave’m alone and c’mere.” Areli felt the wolf hesitate for a moment, perhaps contemplating the futility of chasing the deer. “Bee-eee,” she repeated in exasperation, and the pup obliged. Tail wagging, the wolf came crashing through the underbrush, grinning up apologetically at her mistress as she emerged. Though her heart was heavy, Areli couldn’t help but giggle at her best friend’s charmingly disheveled appearance. Leaves and bits of twig clung haphazardly to the wolf’s fur, bringing to mind the image of some sort of bizarre dog-bush hybrid. “Ewww,” the girl sang out in mock disgust, “Y’ve got dirt allov’r ya!” Unbothered, the pup flopped to the ground and rolled enthusiastically in the mud. “Bee!” Areli shrieked, darting forward. In the blink of an eye, the dog’s body contorted and she flipped to her feet, hind end in the air and daring her mistress to chase her. Golden eyes narrowed and met the pup’s mischievous brown ones…and then the pair was off, dashing through the trees with the filly laughing all the way. It was in this fashion that they nearly tumbled into Kiara and her father. They had run nearly to the border when scenting the familiar duo, Bee skidded to a halt and backtracked abruptly. Areli, who had been hot on her heels, yelped in surprise as the pup’s sudden change of direction caused her to stumble. As she thudded into the forest floor, she looked up just in time to see—“PAPA!” the filly shrieked, already struggling to right herself. “Hi!” Rising, she grinned broadly and rushed towards her father, hoping to embrace him. “Where ya been? Didya go’n an adventure? Did Kiara eat any bad guys? Did—” Suddenly, she noticed the mare behind Ciceron. “Oh hi,” Areli chirped brightly, interrupting herself. “M’Areli; who’re you?” "speech" |
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