[P] A Gypsy's Memory.

Sylvie Ciel · 12-16-2010, 09:30 PM

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Merry Secret Santa! ♥ Nuki

OOC: Big Grin Here you are, Gen! Silvano's got a lot to look at. xD

Backdated to November 17th.

The day was waning upon the yearling gypsy, the faint tendrils of dusk creeping up the backdrop of the horizon. She was off and about a decent distance from the Chien Hotel, traveling no farther than a day's walk from the creaky building. Alaine had gone off to search for Caillen, and left Sylvie there alone- the yearling wasn't able to stand sitting around alone too long- the old dilapidated Hotel dredged up more memories than she anted to face by herself. Tendrils of cool prods playfully grabbed at soft limbs and tattered bandanna, wisps of mute ancients dancing past folded ears. Mane was wild and untamed in the breeze, spiky yet fluffy soft as it trailed from the base of her ears to her shoulders and chest, bangs tamed and smooth, carefully woven sunshine gradienting from light lilac base to white tipped glows. Deep violet gems glittered and laughed at the scenery before them, calling to setting sun with whispers of wonder and thought.

The last time Sylvie had seen the bruised sky above in this manner, she had been considerably younger. The colors of the streaked sky reflected onto the glassy lake below as if the heavens were unsure of their beauty, the gently twisted swirls of reds, blues, and golds a display that even they had to witness. Rabbit lake this place was called, a name Sylvie had heard before, a place she had visited only once previously. Crimson Dreams territory housed the lovely mirror of liquid, but Sylvie no longer worried about crossing these borders. The last time she had, she was met with Colibri, a sweet, if quiet, wolf. So once again, she traipsed about the lake with a dancer's moves, illustrating her emotion along the banks of cool life force.

Dancing over the soft grasses of Rabbit Lake was a child abandoned before she could grow, heart torn out by her own mother only to be mended by a saving angel with pains like her own. Sylvie had grown considerably after her adventures with Alaine and Caillen, and those without as well. Her dance slowed to a walk, one hand gracing the back of fluffy neck, fingertips tracing the scars hidden by her kit-like fur. After a moment, the other alabaster dipped arm rose to interlock with the other while amethyst gems locked on the world before her, far away from what was immediately in front of her.

A warren of rabbits dashed from sight as she padded past them, arms up behind her head, accenting pert breasts and slender form, while graceful, dancer-like gait simply added to the exotic appeal of the retiring gypsy. No more would she travel continuously- she would leave for a day and return to her 'home', the Hotel belonging to a pack she did not herself. As it were, Sylvie was on her way out, having spent a good portion of the day there. It was nearly time for her to return to the Chien Hotel, where she wondered if Alaine would be waiting. Her mother's trip out following Caillen's scent had been a surprise, but a good thing overall. The cream and white shea needed to get out of the pain surrounding her in the Chien Hotel... and the best way to do that, Sylvie had learned, was to go for a long, lost-like walk. This of course, was no different.

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