09-12-2010, 05:02 PM
[html]Ah short! Sorry for the wait James!
Nayru wiggled in after the smaller pup, her belly scrapping the ground as she emerged into the enclosed haven. Soon they would have to enlarge the entrance or else she wouldn’t fit through it despite her fragile and fairy like frame. Shaking the dirt from her coat, crimson eyes swept around quickly, and Nayru was pleased to see that the garden was empty except for them and the birds and bees that inhabited it. Surely the adults would dig their own tunnel at some point, but just then it was a tiny little world all to itself, closed off to anyone but Gideon and Nayru.
"Yeah, I remember mine." They were always so clear and vivid, but often times Nayru wanted to forget them. Especially when she didn’t quite understand them. It made sense to dream of one’s mother, why the white woman wouldn’t leave her dreams was strange but Nayru had grown accustomed to her presence at night. Even after she had been gone for months almost her reappearance wasn’t a surprise. "Do you miss your mother much?" Her voice was gentle as she moved about the small garden, content with Gideon’s answer and unwillingly to discuss her own dreams.
Nayru wiggled in after the smaller pup, her belly scrapping the ground as she emerged into the enclosed haven. Soon they would have to enlarge the entrance or else she wouldn’t fit through it despite her fragile and fairy like frame. Shaking the dirt from her coat, crimson eyes swept around quickly, and Nayru was pleased to see that the garden was empty except for them and the birds and bees that inhabited it. Surely the adults would dig their own tunnel at some point, but just then it was a tiny little world all to itself, closed off to anyone but Gideon and Nayru.
"Yeah, I remember mine." They were always so clear and vivid, but often times Nayru wanted to forget them. Especially when she didn’t quite understand them. It made sense to dream of one’s mother, why the white woman wouldn’t leave her dreams was strange but Nayru had grown accustomed to her presence at night. Even after she had been gone for months almost her reappearance wasn’t a surprise. "Do you miss your mother much?" Her voice was gentle as she moved about the small garden, content with Gideon’s answer and unwillingly to discuss her own dreams.