Young hearts are prone to wander

Kira Harding · 03-26-2012, 09:28 AM

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OOC Sorry for the wait! And your post is just fine Smile

Kira had never known the struggles of life on her own, and it had taken leaving her family for her to realize that it wasn’t as easy as she thought. She was undaunted, however, for she was free to do as she pleased, without worrying over a niece or nephew. It was more fun this way, an adventure ready to be unfurled. She did not know what each new place would bring, the sights, the smells, the wolves. She was more than willing to be caught up in life’s flow, drifted along the current. It was chance that she’d happened upon someone now, and she’d make the most of it. She giggled a moment to see his goofy looking grin, but soon threw a paw to her lips to stifle the chuckle. She did not want him to think her rude. It wasn’t often that she was greeted in such a way. Wretch hardly grinned, and the dog she’d met wasn’t entirely friendly.

She approached the stallion with slow and careful steps, though there was no fear in her whatsoever. As her hand cupped his nose she heard Rhaego snort and she waved the other hand in his direction. The mustang seemed to give up on his protests and turned sullenly away to pick at the grasses. Her eyes darted to Ahiga for the briefest moment in assurance that she had her horse well under control, before turning her attention back to Buck. Her ears swiveled attentively as the boy introduced himself and his horse. She smiled fondly, and stroked his nose. “Well, hello, Buck, what a handsome horse you are.” She cooed in a sweet and soothing voice. She looked up to Ahiga then, still with the same warm grin. Her eyes seemed almost silver in the dawn’s light, the coldest thing about the girl in truth, and it was something she had no power to change. She was often conscious of her eyes, longing for the warm doe brown or burning amber that other wolves sometimes possessed. The color seemed altogether out of place, oh, what she would give to have beautiful amber eyes, the color of her beloved god the Sun. But she was not one to be shy, and her gaze remained upon him.

“Ahiga,” she repeated absently. “What a silly name.” She took in the sight of his lanky, growing body, not the least bit aware of her other hand which was rested on the horse’s snout. It occurred to her that he might take her observation as rude and she quickly corrected herself. “Oh, silly in a good way, I mean!” She said hurriedly. “It suits you.” She turned her face away for fear of a creeping blush. It was the first time she’d been around a male, let alone one her own age and her usual fearless demeanor seemed to be crumbling. “It’s just my name is so plain. Ahiga…Is unique. Really, what I’m trying to say is…I like it.” She turned her face back to the pale boy, peering at him sheepishly from beneath her lashes. Her hand crept up to her neck as if pulled by an unseen force and she caressed the leather pouch that hung there. It rested in the little nook just between her collarbones. She often reached for the pouch in times of discomfort and loneliness. It was the only family she had now out here in the Canadian territory. The pouch served as a container for her great grandmother’s ashes, it had been passed to her with the promise that she would one day set her to rest. Her grandmother had said that her mother had always wanted to travel, but family and tradition had always weighed her down and made her dream nearly impossible. When Kira had approached her family with the intention of leaving it had been gifted to her, so her great grandmother could share all the adventures she was sure to have. It gave the girl comfort that, in a way, she still had family.

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