08-02-2010, 03:33 AM
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ooc: xer is in lupus form.
Things were changing. There was no way to deny that. Xeris' children were growing up, becoming more mature and independent. She was seeing less and less of them, particularly Delwyn. He had always been known to wander off, but now Xeris hadn't seen him in quite a while. And she worried. She felt that he was probably safe somewhere and had was off on some self-proclaimed adventure, determined to show the world his bravery. He had always spoken of being a courageous warrior. But deep in her heart, she worried. Worried that he could be hopelessly lost, starving, or even worse--no, she could not bear to even think of it. She had spent much of her recent days in the cabin, alone or watching over Carwyn and Xion, and always waiting to see if Delwyn would return. Life was much duller than it had been before.
Today she had decided to break the stillness of her daily waiting routine. The children were off somewhere playing and exploring, and the little cabin was becoming lonely. Her destination was the coastline, a place she had not been in a surprising amount of time. It was midmorning, and the sun had risen to a point where the angle of its light cast the lighthouse known as Raven Beacon in a rather eerie silhouette in Xeris' field of vision. She headed toward it steadily but not quickly; she had no reason to hurry. The sand under her paws was soothing, and at the same time evoked a sense of nostalgia in the mother wolfess. It was an odd sensation. Xeris came to a stop within several yards of the lighthouse, looking over it with her golden eyes. It was a magnificent structure, and Xeris continued to be fascinated with human architecture. Perhaps she would venture closer soon, but for now, she was just here to observe; to see something unusual that might take her mind off of her troubles.
Things were changing. There was no way to deny that. Xeris' children were growing up, becoming more mature and independent. She was seeing less and less of them, particularly Delwyn. He had always been known to wander off, but now Xeris hadn't seen him in quite a while. And she worried. She felt that he was probably safe somewhere and had was off on some self-proclaimed adventure, determined to show the world his bravery. He had always spoken of being a courageous warrior. But deep in her heart, she worried. Worried that he could be hopelessly lost, starving, or even worse--no, she could not bear to even think of it. She had spent much of her recent days in the cabin, alone or watching over Carwyn and Xion, and always waiting to see if Delwyn would return. Life was much duller than it had been before.
Today she had decided to break the stillness of her daily waiting routine. The children were off somewhere playing and exploring, and the little cabin was becoming lonely. Her destination was the coastline, a place she had not been in a surprising amount of time. It was midmorning, and the sun had risen to a point where the angle of its light cast the lighthouse known as Raven Beacon in a rather eerie silhouette in Xeris' field of vision. She headed toward it steadily but not quickly; she had no reason to hurry. The sand under her paws was soothing, and at the same time evoked a sense of nostalgia in the mother wolfess. It was an odd sensation. Xeris came to a stop within several yards of the lighthouse, looking over it with her golden eyes. It was a magnificent structure, and Xeris continued to be fascinated with human architecture. Perhaps she would venture closer soon, but for now, she was just here to observe; to see something unusual that might take her mind off of her troubles.