04-12-2010, 06:22 PM
The morning rain had ended... for now. At least, it was a good time to go outside to enjoy the fresh air and aroma of the mixed flowers over at Cottontail Valley which came over to the mansion. The valley of flowers was only a short distance away from the Dreamers' refuge, so a short walk would suffice. Flayra's blue orbs scanned the area around her, water drops hanging on the leaves as they sparkled a miniature colorful rainbow as she walked by. Light gray clouds hovered by, but showed no sign of another rain disturbance. The light gray wolfess walked ever so calm and softly as she approached her destination, to the valley of flowers.
She might have stayed inside if it was going to rain again. She had done that many times before, but this time, she thought to make the most of the break in the rain she had to go for a little walk. There was only a piano to play, but it was doubtful that anyone would be inside to listen to her play. She wasn't really a composer, so she it wouldn't be possible for her to make a new song on the instrument. She could ask Ghita if she could help Flayra learn more Italian, but she didn't where she was. She hoped she had recovered properly after that deer had kicked her a few times in the chest during a little hunt a couple of weeks ago. So, no one of these to do, so a walk outside was the only other thing there was to do.
Blue eyes spotted a figure some few meters away. It was a wolf, younger than the wolfess it seemed. Must be one of the juvenile members of the pack, possibly one of Naniko's pups now grown up. However, she believed she had met this girl once before. It was possible that it was during a pack meeting or two. What was her name? Matthew? Matti? It sounded like a boy's name, but it was known that some girl's had boy names, so anything was possible about the smaller girl. From what the wolfess could see, the girl had a old sketchbook in her hand and a pencil behind her ear.
Flayra didn't stay there staring at the younger Dreamer. She calmly approached the girl that sat int he middle of the valley of flowers. Maybe she was going to draw some flowers. Anything is possible with a sketchbook and a pencil. Flayra hadn't been much of a drawer, nor had she drawn anything before. She could write, that was about it, but writing wasn't considered drawing. Coming now only a meter away from the young girl, a warming smile formed upon the wolfess's lips. "Hello there," she said as a start to the potential conversation that the two were about to engage in.
She might have stayed inside if it was going to rain again. She had done that many times before, but this time, she thought to make the most of the break in the rain she had to go for a little walk. There was only a piano to play, but it was doubtful that anyone would be inside to listen to her play. She wasn't really a composer, so she it wouldn't be possible for her to make a new song on the instrument. She could ask Ghita if she could help Flayra learn more Italian, but she didn't where she was. She hoped she had recovered properly after that deer had kicked her a few times in the chest during a little hunt a couple of weeks ago. So, no one of these to do, so a walk outside was the only other thing there was to do.
Blue eyes spotted a figure some few meters away. It was a wolf, younger than the wolfess it seemed. Must be one of the juvenile members of the pack, possibly one of Naniko's pups now grown up. However, she believed she had met this girl once before. It was possible that it was during a pack meeting or two. What was her name? Matthew? Matti? It sounded like a boy's name, but it was known that some girl's had boy names, so anything was possible about the smaller girl. From what the wolfess could see, the girl had a old sketchbook in her hand and a pencil behind her ear.
Flayra didn't stay there staring at the younger Dreamer. She calmly approached the girl that sat int he middle of the valley of flowers. Maybe she was going to draw some flowers. Anything is possible with a sketchbook and a pencil. Flayra hadn't been much of a drawer, nor had she drawn anything before. She could write, that was about it, but writing wasn't considered drawing. Coming now only a meter away from the young girl, a warming smile formed upon the wolfess's lips. "Hello there," she said as a start to the potential conversation that the two were about to engage in.