Family Ties

Alyssum de Fonte · 06-17-2012, 09:51 PM

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Alyssum has too many feels. |: <3

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When she heard the call, she had been dozing in the lower halls of the Courthouse in her bed, taking that afternoon to relax. She had decided to hunt that night, to see if she could catch any creatures that woke only to the moon, and needed to rest if she was going to stay up all night. She had slept most of the morning, but her inner clock woke her up around noon, and she was attempting to go back to sleep.

But, Jazper’s howl surprised her and made her fall out of bed in shock, which made the magpie that was roosting nearby jump as well as laugh his feathers off. Alyssum grumbled at the bird to put a mouse in his beak, and went crazy around her room to smooth herself over and to appear at least presentable.

The woman pulled her usual outfit over her head, and combed her fingers in her hair as she walked up the stars that led to the Grand Hall to join the rest of the pack to the gathering.
It was not long before everyone was there, and the Knight declared what he had called them there for. The de Fonte was at first attentive to a degree; while she listened, she did not seem all too interested as she leaned against a pillar and kept herself from yawning. But, when he spoke of union of two canines, she rubbed her eyes with a back of her eye and looked over closely to whom he motioned to the front.

She recognized one of the canines, and grinned at the sight of Hadley with what appeared to be the woman he was joining with. Alyssum did not think of the nervous male to be one to settle down, much less one to have a girl, but here she was, and had to smile even bigger at the sight.

As usual, he seemed timid, though he seemed a bit off, but she dismissed it as mateship jitters and watched him as he spoke his vows, anxious to hear what he would have to say. It was… shorter that what she had first expected. But, she found that his speaking at all was courageous for him, and wanted to pat him on the back, yet all she could do was give him an encouraging glance.

The woman, Isa, comforted the man, and Alyssum thought in the back of her mind that she must really love Hadley if she could put up with his nervous nature; she herself had barely enough patience for it. As the woman spoke, the coywolf found her listening closely to every word, and if she could tear up, she would have done so in joy. No matter how many times she would claim that she was a mature, hardened warrior, it seemed that there was a chink in her armor, and was soon swayed by Ismeme’s loving speech, and was now impatient for the Sole to complete the ceremony.

It was as if she was rushing the end of a good story, for things to come to a complete circle and to sigh at the characters’ happy ending.

Code by the Mentors; photo courtesy to Olli38

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