World Return

Alder · 08-15-2010, 11:33 PM

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Big Grin , a bit longer... sorry about thats!

The clouds rolled above the trees. How they didn’t snag on the branches and the leaves was a mystery. He could see them graze the tippity tops of thin fingers but still… they passed by each time. The boughs moved with the pushing too (though if he thought to feel the breeze Alder would have known that it was the wind that moved the branches and not the clouds rolling by). Still, it was quiet the feat for the cotton-balled forms. Ears still lay at the sides of his head, chin settled on his paws or shifting to the porch step and then back again, eyes straining to see beyond the roof.

The time passed so slowly, and no one came home. He wanted them to return, perhaps with lunch or he could even wait for an early supper. But he waited and waited and the entire world was still off somewhere having some sort of adventure. An adventure that scared him and yet intrigued him enough to make him slightly jealous that he wasn’t on one. He could go now, he thought, and maybe catch up with the rest wherever they were and jump into whatever trouble they were getting themselves in to. Maybe he could save the day! But Alder was no hero, and his ears (that had risen at the idea of bounding off like someone much braver then himself) fell once more and he gave a heavy sigh.

A voice, one that he did not recognize fully came to him. Blue eyes looked to the maker, someone that stood tall before the Manor and someone that was not alone. He had brought the world with him. Alder’s fear and his unease were washed away, and he took to his ink smudged paws and it was then that he remembered his manners. I did not leaves the steps. He said, barely looking at the tall pumpkin hued male. Alder knew him, his masked face lifting ever few seconds so that he could look at him again, but he could not remember his name. He had cloud colored fur, and grass colored eyes. And he smelled of far away and of the beast the stood next to him.

It was the horse that brought him a chest bursting feeling. The pup wanted to greet the massive creature and lick the chin of it and touch his leathery nose and feel the warm air of his breath on his puppy snout. Alder remembered Rem well, and remembered his silence and his welcoming eyes. But, the wolf needed his attention first and foremost, and Alder reached a guess and he felt he was brave and bold to question the adult, but he was polite in doing so. His rump fell to the floor, and his vivid cobalt eyes and masked face moved away from that of his elder’s.

Awr you Hafen? There had been stories, like the ones that had been put in books and set in far away lands. They were of his big brother, and Alder didn’t know of a braver wolf in the world. And he was his big brother. Alder had only met him once, or so his sissy had told him, but he had been small and forgot so very easily. His brother also had a horse, just like Rem. Braver then all the other horses, and the only fitting companion for his brother.

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