lines of lightening

Saul Stormbringer · 11-12-2010, 09:51 AM

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ooc;; The fourth is fine deary! Much love to Brissy!

Saul Stormbringer

For some odd reason, after the knock had been sent forward and his tentative explanation of whom it was knocking on her door, Saul was nervous. Now that he thought it through, waiting for her to answer, doubts crept into his mind. If she wasn't there, then that would be bad. But if she was there and he didnt know what to say to her, that would be bad too. He'd had this ideal of tracking down the snowy Stormbringer who so resembled his long lost sister and everything would just happen. They would talk and maybe she would tell him everything that was bothering her and maybe it would make her feel better. But his aunt was not that kind of person- she would not offload her troubles to him, not in a million years. His well thought plan seemed to crumble before his eyes, but the door was opening and his aunts faux-cheery voice eachoed slightly down the corridor. She invited him in, to which to trotted forward having resumed his lupus form once more.

He had never been in Bris' room before and what he saw pleased him. Neat, tidy, modestly furnished. It was everything that Saul found in his own bedroom, although his was much tidier. His blankets were pristine upon his bed, all dust and hair swept up and thrown out of the window. His meager possession were nowhere in sight, craftily packed away so that, had you not known he lived in this bedroom, it would have appeared deserted. Bris' room seemed much more homely- glittering objects caught his eye from several points around the room, including a few well polished gems by his aunts bed. He had forgotten up to that point what a great jeweler she was and Saul turned to observe his Aunt with a gleam in his eye.

"You're jewelery is beautiful Aunt Bris! Maybe you can teach me to make pretty things some day?"

He asked with a light, lilting tone to his voice. It was then that he really got a look at her. She seemed larger than usual, something about her had changed. Saul had never seen a fat wolf, then again he had never actually observed a pregnant one either. She looked dragged down, something weighing on her shoulders that was making her upset and solitary. Though Saul had caught glimpses of his aunt from time to time around the house, he had never truely looked her in the face until now. Mismatched eyes looked troubled and he reached out to bury his nose and face into her leg. She was still far tall than her and he would have preferred to bury his face in her shoulder, but her leg was fine. The gesutre was not only a supportive and comforting sign to Bris that he was here for her, but also for him, to know that his aunt was approachable and would not float away at any moment.

"I missed you Aunt Bris. I haven't seen you around much. What's wrong?"

He spoke into her leg, almost embarrassed to look her in the face as he admitted he had missed her. Once it was out, he removed his head and gazed up towards her, green eyes connected with purple and blue. A smiled tentatively, tail flickering once or twice back and forward in encouragement. Saul would always be there for his family, even the older ones who were supposed to be in charge.

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