OOC Daddy's worst nightmare!! Do you mind if we forward-date this to tomorrow November 8? Just to ensure Titania had enough travel time to get back to CdA. 300+ Somewhere in the Treetop Terrace, noon, Titania in Optime.
"Ahh…" A long sigh escaped the girl as she bathed in the patchwork sunlight that filtered through the canopy of the Treetop Terrace. The light poured through the verdant leaves from the cloudless noonday sky, and here beneath the trees the bite of the pending winter was not as sharp as on the plains. A soft half moon smile hung on the girl’s face as she stared with unfocused eyes at what she could see of the sky. She watched as little blue and red birds chirped and leaped from branch to branch in their eternally excited way. She felt like one of them at heart, ready for something big and ready to do it with all the zest she had.
Ready for something more… Her thoughts turned to Zalen, the dark wolf she’d met on the northern ridge of Halcyon, and the day they’d spent together in that heaven amongst the rock. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced living in Cercatori d’Arte. Out there she was wild and free, free to do what she wanted and make her own choices. The longing for her own independence had blossomed within the girl quickly, and was only strengthened by the foolishness brought on by her adolescence. But it was a driving force within her, and somewhere in her heart she knew that she would answer the call…
Her reverie broke when her golden eyes focused on an abandoned nest. It was not far out but its crafters had probably abandoned it because of the nests’s proximity to the homes in the Terrace. Curious, Titania slipped off of the platform and onto the thick branch. Utilizing the natural dexterity she inherited from her mother, she moved out to the nest. There within the straw were a few black feathers. They were long and slender and Titania could picture the bird they had come from. Her fingers retrieved the feathers quickly and then she returned to the safety of the platform.
She leaned against a railing and twisted the feathers between her fingers and her thoughts were once again filled with the memory of Zalen and the feathers he donned…
Image courtesy of mourner@Flickr; table by the Mentors!
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