that moment

Foxglove Monroe · 01-02-2012, 12:11 PM

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lol... I'm watching TLK... sorry. xD 819 words.

She knew nothing of the stars and what caused them to shine so brilliantly, she realized as she tilted her head back to look at them. Looking at the stars had never seemed important to her, and this was probably the first time she had ever really studied them, wondered what they were and why they were there. They seemed so unreal, so impossibly beautiful in such a haphazard formation, and they seemed to serve no real purpose. The sun, much larger and with tangible warmth radiating from it, sustained life. Foxglove knew this, though she did not know many of the details. The moon, she was the heart of the wolf, and even with her tainted blood, the gypsy girl could feel that. But the stars, they seemed to have no real purpose. They provided nothing but pleasing aesthetics to the canines and other creatures of the world.

If she had known the truth of what stars were made of, burning masses of gas, she would have thought it impossible, and perhaps even crazy. Such a thing would make her feel nervous; it would sound terribly dangerous. It did not cross her mind that they might hold a deeper meaning, such as representing great alphas of the past, but even that she would not think highly of. After all, so many believed that Dawali had been a great and capable leader, and some surely thought Maska was, as well. Both were villains in the mind of the blonde wolfdog. Ulilohi seemed fine so far, but Foxglove was reserving judgement. She did not want to think highly of the council woman and be let down again, and she would not allow herself to be trapped again.

Out here, away from the lands of the tribe and the feather wolves, she felt less trapped than she had in such a long time. Being away was a freeing feeling, even if she knew that she would be returning to the tribe soon, probably before the sun rose in the sky above them. Her thoughts traveled to her sister as she lowered her delicate features to look at the world she lived in, the tangible aspects of life, and began walking again with little intention of going anywhere. She had nowhere to go, no one to see, at that moment. She was simply taking some time away for herself, as important as such a thing was, and had chosen these contrasting trees as her walking grounds. She could see her sister's face in her mind.

The pack that Magnolia had taken up with after leaving their father in the kingdom seemed ethereal to Foxglove; she knew nothing of them except that they were very secretive, and perhaps very dangerous as well. If she could only get her sister to speak more of it, maybe she would not worry nearly as much as she did. However, Maggie was strong, stronger than she was, and Foxglove knew that her silver sister could take care of herself. Lolita had given them that, at least. Though there had been love, she had not been the most capable mother, and certainly not the most attentive. Both she and Maggie had grown to be very self-sufficient, and though she had not seen Poppy since they were very young, the Tsula Agateno did not think the same could be said for her. Their mother had doted on her more than the other sisters. She had been the favorite.

It was so easy to lose track of time out here, away from the hustle and bustle of tribe life. It was peaceful, she noted, and she appreciated the quiet. The noises of nature were easily appreciated, and so easily missed within the tribe's lands. Things were so different, only a short distance away and across the border. It was impossible to imagine just how drastic the difference was between AniWaya and this stretch of calm, quiet forest. She would never say it to her tribe mates, but she greatly preferred this to the life that they had fought for recently.

As she continued her rambling stroll through the trees, Foxglove began to hear the crackling sounds of a fire, and the smell told her that the fire was recently built, the wood having been damp when lit. Foxglove tilted her head, listening for a moment before she resumed walking in the direction, peering around the trees for the source of the charred scent. It was nice to be alone sometimes, but company could be appreciated.

Finally, she spotted the earthen-hued girl sitting on the fallen tree before the fire. She hesitated with one hand resting on the tree next to her at the level of her shoulder, and she made a small woof-ing sound as a greeting to let the other know she was there. "Hello," she greeted softly after a moment had passed and the other had noticed her.

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