12-05-2011, 03:16 PM
Indira appreciated the fact that the garden was walled in by trees. It made her feel as though she had claimed her own peaceful slice of the world, although she knew that she would never truly be alone here. This exquisite place was obviously a shared space, and she did not mind that. She would share this sense of tranquility as easily as she would share her thoughts with another, if they were to speak with her or to ask her. Her pale blue eyes flicked up to see a man, almost like a smoke-colored shadow for all the sound he made, cross the garden.
She noticed that the smoke colored wolf watched her, so she took the opportunity to do the same. His coloring was mostly even, whereas her own pelt appeared gray, but only due to patches of tawny tans and timber markings blending together. His eyes were blue, like hers, but were a deeper shade, almost oceanic in their color. He did have one striking feature: a scar almost bisecting his face, slashing almost viciously down across his eye. He wondered how that had happened. Could he see? She had met another wolf, Nikki, and he had had one white eye – Indira had assumed that he was blind, but she hadn’t asked.
And finally he spoke, with a sort of bow. Indira had never seen such a gesture before, and again he spoke with the foreign language that Indira was beginning to associate with her new pack. Namaste? That must be his name. ”Hello, Namaste. I’m Indira,” she said, ducking her head to imitate his bow of greeting. She raised her head after a short moment and gestured beside her to the empty half of the bench where she was seated. ”Do you have time to sit for a while?” she asked.
Words: 305, 3+
She noticed that the smoke colored wolf watched her, so she took the opportunity to do the same. His coloring was mostly even, whereas her own pelt appeared gray, but only due to patches of tawny tans and timber markings blending together. His eyes were blue, like hers, but were a deeper shade, almost oceanic in their color. He did have one striking feature: a scar almost bisecting his face, slashing almost viciously down across his eye. He wondered how that had happened. Could he see? She had met another wolf, Nikki, and he had had one white eye – Indira had assumed that he was blind, but she hadn’t asked.
And finally he spoke, with a sort of bow. Indira had never seen such a gesture before, and again he spoke with the foreign language that Indira was beginning to associate with her new pack. Namaste? That must be his name. ”Hello, Namaste. I’m Indira,” she said, ducking her head to imitate his bow of greeting. She raised her head after a short moment and gestured beside her to the empty half of the bench where she was seated. ”Do you have time to sit for a while?” she asked.
Words: 305, 3+