07-08-2009, 01:21 PM
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So sorry for making you wait! I’ve been gone, busy and depressed, argh! Sorry! Is the bird his spirit guide and if so does it show it’s self to Adelaida?
Her travels now outside Dahlia weren’t her fleeing her own home, as in the past that had often been the case. Her strides weren’t long and frantic, her feet senselessly carrying her away in a panic. The petite female had no real direction today, nor did she have any agenda. Her burst of confidence had waned, but it hadn’t been replaced by her previous timid self. A balance had been reached, for the moment, and Adelaida breathed easily. Fear did not grip her senselessly, and yet she was not acting unlike herself. Faintly she could remember this creature, the one she was now, for the previous year. Before the fire and before her father’s death and before all the new faces she had to meet. It had been a long time since she had seen clearly through the eyes of this creature. The sky seemed blue for once, or maybe it had been blue all along and only just now did she have the time to really notice it. It was lovely, simply lovely.
Paw after paw took her south, straight south out of the tiny town of Berwick. The trek through Ethereal Eclipse wasn’t unpleasant, but the thick forest allowed sunlight and blue sky to filter through only a little and Adelaida was relieved to come out the other side of the woods. Arriving in Shiloh Hills she took a moment to pause, turning her face up and closing her eyes. The sun beat warmly upon her mocha fur mask, the heat getting trapped in the dark colors. Any longer and the sensation would have become unpleasant, but as it were Adelaida turned back to her invisible path and continued on wards.
The rolling hills would have grown tiresome if Adelaida did not take such a leisurely pace at conquering them. Up, down, then back up again. It was at the top of one of these hills that Adelaida saw the male, though at a distance, and she changed her course so that momentarily their paths would cross. He seemed small and almost imaginary at such a distance, but when she came to the top of the next hill he looked larger, more real. The next hill brought him closer and larger and when Adelaida came to the bottom of the hill after that they would be there, face to face. And Adelaida would be smiling.
So sorry for making you wait! I’ve been gone, busy and depressed, argh! Sorry! Is the bird his spirit guide and if so does it show it’s self to Adelaida?
Her travels now outside Dahlia weren’t her fleeing her own home, as in the past that had often been the case. Her strides weren’t long and frantic, her feet senselessly carrying her away in a panic. The petite female had no real direction today, nor did she have any agenda. Her burst of confidence had waned, but it hadn’t been replaced by her previous timid self. A balance had been reached, for the moment, and Adelaida breathed easily. Fear did not grip her senselessly, and yet she was not acting unlike herself. Faintly she could remember this creature, the one she was now, for the previous year. Before the fire and before her father’s death and before all the new faces she had to meet. It had been a long time since she had seen clearly through the eyes of this creature. The sky seemed blue for once, or maybe it had been blue all along and only just now did she have the time to really notice it. It was lovely, simply lovely.
Paw after paw took her south, straight south out of the tiny town of Berwick. The trek through Ethereal Eclipse wasn’t unpleasant, but the thick forest allowed sunlight and blue sky to filter through only a little and Adelaida was relieved to come out the other side of the woods. Arriving in Shiloh Hills she took a moment to pause, turning her face up and closing her eyes. The sun beat warmly upon her mocha fur mask, the heat getting trapped in the dark colors. Any longer and the sensation would have become unpleasant, but as it were Adelaida turned back to her invisible path and continued on wards.
The rolling hills would have grown tiresome if Adelaida did not take such a leisurely pace at conquering them. Up, down, then back up again. It was at the top of one of these hills that Adelaida saw the male, though at a distance, and she changed her course so that momentarily their paths would cross. He seemed small and almost imaginary at such a distance, but when she came to the top of the next hill he looked larger, more real. The next hill brought him closer and larger and when Adelaida came to the bottom of the hill after that they would be there, face to face. And Adelaida would be smiling.