a bell ringing through the wind-blown trees

Dawali Amara · 05-14-2011, 05:25 PM

[html]

-lick-

The male stared at the half-woven shirt, not entirely knowing what he was looking for. His mind sort of froze with boredom; Dawali had come to realize that while he had been still recovering from his wounded leg, things around the tribe had run a lot more smoothly than he had anticipated, even after Nayati and Liliana had left. And so he had decided to allow himself the extra time to nurture his own interests. Day by day, he realized more and more that his interests were the same old boring chores they had ever been, and he grew restless. His ears moved as he gazed absent-mindedly into nowhere, but he started when he heard a very familiar voice, got up and grinned broadly.

He was quite familiar with the walking stick now. Hurrying outside, the red wolf held it in one hand as he extended the other widely towards his two friends. How he had missed them! The trek was surely longer than the Chief had anticipated. "Liliana, Nayati - come here!" he exclaimed, very decisively and unceremoniously, and smiling very broadly. Why, here were faces he had become so accustomed to having around, he'd never realized how much a part of the tribe they were until they had left. The old medic moved his arm in circles, eagerly urging them to come inside, where he drew up a couple of chairs with blankets on. Everything had blankets on. He had been very, very bored. Sitting down, he looked at them eagerly, very much at their will to share news of his family and of the Great Tribe. "Well...? How was it?" he asked, not wasting a single second by beating around the bush.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?