directions to heaven

Ever Mayawyn · 05-07-2011, 02:17 AM

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Ever could smell her adopted sister before she could hear her.

Armful filled with her damp gather, the silvery girl bent down to finger another piece of wood. The tip was sharp and the edges were jagged as if split directly from a trunk by lightening. Aqua hued eyes admired the oddly shaped marvel before placing it in her arms.

Upon returning to her den, she sensed a presence. Not only was there a soft sound of wet, squelching sand, but a familiar fragrance that rose above the light dusting of smoke. On any other occasion the cloud-furred girl may have been soured by the meeting of such a person, but lately the loneliness she faced without Ezra was devastating.

The last news about Amaranth hadn’t been surprising, but rather interesting. First she had appeared to be missing, than pregnant. She was never Ever’s favorite person, but a shred of guilt for not being a part of her whereabouts clawed itself into her heart occasionally.

“Amaranth?”

Ever asked in her melodic tone, reappearing from the darkness of the woods. It was obviously her, but a different kind of scent masked the salty buttercup of Miracles. Whatever happened to be the cause would be revealed by the strawberry furred female no doubt.

When she finally came to view, the hybrid was stifled. Ayita’s daughter no longer had the sharp, hard expression but a blooming joy. Her eyes were kinder but still held the frosty edge. Ever noticed the way her mouth curved up, plastered there in content and her cheeks set lower in relaxation. The way her ocean eyes caught every detail of a wolf’s face no longer bothered her.

She was also carrying something, shielding it from the misty rain. Ever glanced over at her fire, seeing the bright flame clearly through the evening fog. It still glowed. She adjusted her grip on the wood before closing the distance between her and her deranged sister.

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