03-20-2010, 02:00 PM
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It seemed Yumiko had detected the young girl's knack for seeing others, truly seeing them. She could sense their auras, the strength of their hearts and whether they would treat her well or not. Of course she always related what she sensed to herself; being young and vulnerable, this was a necessity. Yumiko was one of the kindest wolves she'd yet encountered, and her subconscious wanted the woman to know she saw this plainly. Seeing someone else was not so hard, not such a magical talent of the girl's — anyone could do it, if they paid close attention.
She wished for the woman to be her friend, and she thought that perhaps Yumiko liked her enough to consider her a friend. They headed toward the tree together, and Rio noticed that her companion kept her own pace slow enough to let Rio walk along beside her. That was so nice. She couldn't stop thinking of how much she was enjoying the femme's company. Though she adamantly did not want their time together to end soon, she was excited to tell Mama and Papa and her siblings about Yumiko.
Rio cast a silver-lilac glance toward the lady, capturing in her mind the sorrow she felt, the sorrow of the tree. The girl wanted to know what was making the tree look so very melancholy, and surely her new friend would have an answer. As the fey spoke, Rio watched the tree, inwardly absorbed the empty space surrounding him and making sense of it with Yumiko's words. It made her so very sad to think of. The tree was an old man, confined to solitude, without the ability to see his children or even know where they were. Rio looked at her paws, trying to fight back tears, trying to stop feeling the tree's loneliness and anguish. Lifting her face to look at Yumiko, a tear rolling down her gaunt cheek, the girl moved closer to her friend and leaned against her leg. She would not have done so with another kind of wolf, one who lacked the compassion Rio sensed in Yumiko. The child knew intuitively that the blond wolf would not mind the closeness, wouldn't shy away for discomfort. "Will he always be lonely?" she asked, again searching for the woman's eyes.
I seriously will try to pick up the pace, especially with this thread. I really love your writing, a lot. <3 300+
It seemed Yumiko had detected the young girl's knack for seeing others, truly seeing them. She could sense their auras, the strength of their hearts and whether they would treat her well or not. Of course she always related what she sensed to herself; being young and vulnerable, this was a necessity. Yumiko was one of the kindest wolves she'd yet encountered, and her subconscious wanted the woman to know she saw this plainly. Seeing someone else was not so hard, not such a magical talent of the girl's — anyone could do it, if they paid close attention.
She wished for the woman to be her friend, and she thought that perhaps Yumiko liked her enough to consider her a friend. They headed toward the tree together, and Rio noticed that her companion kept her own pace slow enough to let Rio walk along beside her. That was so nice. She couldn't stop thinking of how much she was enjoying the femme's company. Though she adamantly did not want their time together to end soon, she was excited to tell Mama and Papa and her siblings about Yumiko.
Rio cast a silver-lilac glance toward the lady, capturing in her mind the sorrow she felt, the sorrow of the tree. The girl wanted to know what was making the tree look so very melancholy, and surely her new friend would have an answer. As the fey spoke, Rio watched the tree, inwardly absorbed the empty space surrounding him and making sense of it with Yumiko's words. It made her so very sad to think of. The tree was an old man, confined to solitude, without the ability to see his children or even know where they were. Rio looked at her paws, trying to fight back tears, trying to stop feeling the tree's loneliness and anguish. Lifting her face to look at Yumiko, a tear rolling down her gaunt cheek, the girl moved closer to her friend and leaned against her leg. She would not have done so with another kind of wolf, one who lacked the compassion Rio sensed in Yumiko. The child knew intuitively that the blond wolf would not mind the closeness, wouldn't shy away for discomfort. "Will he always be lonely?" she asked, again searching for the woman's eyes.
I seriously will try to pick up the pace, especially with this thread. I really love your writing, a lot. <3 300+