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OOC: Ooooooo Sylvie? Feel free to post again after this, or just wait for her to join in :3
As they continued onwards, the mother sent occasional glances towards her guide, noted the expressions on his face with each of her spoken thoughts. He seemed to be feigning a nonchalance at each mention of Sylvie, but she saw it, each time - the quick flash of tenderness, worry. This Heath was very good at hiding his feelings, so it seemed.
The field was coated in frost, which crunched underfoot even with the most delicate of steps. She'd no doubt that the grazing animals knew of their approach, but they seemed to care little, and continued cropping at the dead grass even as the pair of canids walked about them. This surprised Alaine, for she knew of no prey who could become so docile, so accepting of the mastery of their cunning-witted foes. The collie-woman squared her shoulders, her maw set in a grim line as emerald eyes dropped back to the task at hand. The horse had separated from them, and was taking a different path about the bobbing of the herd animals. When Heath replied to her previous statement, Alaine dared a look at him again, found the young man's maw twisted with what appeared to be a brief flash of humor. His thoughts about Sylvie and bears, though unknown to her, were surely shared by all who new of the young pup. She smiled in return, though 'nice' was not what she would have described the task.
It was... Meant, really. Deep down, the young healer recalled the night in which she'd found Sylvie, that sharp tugging on her soul that had commanded attention and obedience. So she'd followed it, directly to the fading light in the girl's soft violet eyes. Fate had brought Sylvie Ciel to the arms of Alaine Winters, and she'd be darned if it took her away now.
" Sylvie? Sylvie!"
Her call startled the nearby flock of herbivores, and they shuffled away, letting loose nervous little bleats of sound. The young woman gave them a distasteful look of scorn, before motioning for Heath to call out too. Two voices were far better than one. Briefly, one ivory hand lifted to rest on Heath's upper arm, her jade eyes searching for his honey for a moment - In them, gratitude shined, bright as the evening star. Then, releasing the stable-master's arm, Alaine leaned into the wind that toyed with the hem of her soft green dress, absently brushing the rogue auburn curls from her face before calling again.
" Sylvie, you come here right now! Sylvie?"
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