03-27-2010, 06:19 AM
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She didn't mind the closeness at all. Yumiko felt safe, her leg warm and soft against Rio's face, holding her upright as she fought back the wave of tears. The girl was mature in some ways, but in others she was very immature. It was difficult to control her emotions, so that even the more insignificant of misfortunes could fill her with sorrow. No one really understood it; and of course she didn't, either, and perhaps never would. To her, this trait she carried was ordinary, as it was all she'd known. She hadn't yet taken into account the rarity of such episodes from other wolves. In time, she would.
The warmth of the stranger's skin was sought as almost a gesture of self protection. Rio didn't want to feel badly anymore, and sought the comfort found in a simple touch. The woman's tongue sweeping across her forehead took the girl by surprise, as she hadn't expected to feel such a thing from an infantile friendship. She felt love in her companion's little kiss, and it made her all the more eager to hear the other things she understood about the tree. Rio saw that Yumiko was genuine in nature, and would do her best to explain what she could. At her cue, the small child trained her purple-gray orbs upon the tree, watching, feeling the movement from below. She stared attentively until three squirrels appeared from amongst the tangle of old roots.
A smile bloomed like a spring flower across the girl's face, and she threw an excited glance upward at the Tsume woman, wanting to make sure she saw as well. But her eyes were already there; she'd known about the squirrels before their appearance. Her whisper roused a small giggle from Rio, and she suddenly saw the tree in a different light, a more cheerful one. "At least, he has friends," she said softly, almost in a whisper. How quickly the tawny female had brightened her spirits.
I was thinking the same thing.
And grrr, puppies. 300+
She didn't mind the closeness at all. Yumiko felt safe, her leg warm and soft against Rio's face, holding her upright as she fought back the wave of tears. The girl was mature in some ways, but in others she was very immature. It was difficult to control her emotions, so that even the more insignificant of misfortunes could fill her with sorrow. No one really understood it; and of course she didn't, either, and perhaps never would. To her, this trait she carried was ordinary, as it was all she'd known. She hadn't yet taken into account the rarity of such episodes from other wolves. In time, she would.
The warmth of the stranger's skin was sought as almost a gesture of self protection. Rio didn't want to feel badly anymore, and sought the comfort found in a simple touch. The woman's tongue sweeping across her forehead took the girl by surprise, as she hadn't expected to feel such a thing from an infantile friendship. She felt love in her companion's little kiss, and it made her all the more eager to hear the other things she understood about the tree. Rio saw that Yumiko was genuine in nature, and would do her best to explain what she could. At her cue, the small child trained her purple-gray orbs upon the tree, watching, feeling the movement from below. She stared attentively until three squirrels appeared from amongst the tangle of old roots.
A smile bloomed like a spring flower across the girl's face, and she threw an excited glance upward at the Tsume woman, wanting to make sure she saw as well. But her eyes were already there; she'd known about the squirrels before their appearance. Her whisper roused a small giggle from Rio, and she suddenly saw the tree in a different light, a more cheerful one. "At least, he has friends," she said softly, almost in a whisper. How quickly the tawny female had brightened her spirits.
I was thinking the same thing.
And grrr, puppies. 300+