07-01-2011, 09:12 PM
Arye followed after Pripyat with an eagerness that was not surprising to feel. She always loved to spend time with Pripyat. It had been just a short time ago that she had met him upon the shore in the rain, but now he was the dearest thing to her heart, a true friend with whom to spend the time and look into the future with. As she followed closely behind him, every once and a while catching the excited glint in his oceanic eyes, she knew herself to be lucky to have such a true and genuine friend.
The cream colored girl did not ask where they were going, trusting Pripyat's knowledge and decisions as they swiftly made their way. He flashed a grin, and she returned his smile in turn, her lips upturning easily and naturally. It wasn't hard to summon excitement; his smile was infectious, his energy buzzing tangible as they shared in all of the possibilities the day held in store for them.
Their destination quickly became apparent to the girl, although this was not a shore that they had been to together before. As she stayed in step beside him, she felt the grainy smoothness of the sand beneath her feet. Suddenly she broke ahead of him half a pace, turning her honey-colored eyes to meet his own, eyes gleaming. "I'll race you to the surf," she said with a note of friendly challenged in her voice, edged with laughter. She stretched out her body, letting her legs carry her with swift, certain strides toward the water. She knew that Pripyat would be close behind, and that the gray colored male was also very swift, so she wasted no time in establishing a small lead.
The cream colored girl did not ask where they were going, trusting Pripyat's knowledge and decisions as they swiftly made their way. He flashed a grin, and she returned his smile in turn, her lips upturning easily and naturally. It wasn't hard to summon excitement; his smile was infectious, his energy buzzing tangible as they shared in all of the possibilities the day held in store for them.
Their destination quickly became apparent to the girl, although this was not a shore that they had been to together before. As she stayed in step beside him, she felt the grainy smoothness of the sand beneath her feet. Suddenly she broke ahead of him half a pace, turning her honey-colored eyes to meet his own, eyes gleaming. "I'll race you to the surf," she said with a note of friendly challenged in her voice, edged with laughter. She stretched out her body, letting her legs carry her with swift, certain strides toward the water. She knew that Pripyat would be close behind, and that the gray colored male was also very swift, so she wasted no time in establishing a small lead.