Gray Goose

[Lynx de Macian]

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The fiddler listened to the ocean softly hiss in the distance. She hugged her limbs close to her chest with and gazed at the moonlit ocean, cool lavender eyes almost half closed. It was the most beautiful night she had seen since arriving to this country. She wished very much to stay awake and enjoy it -- being nocturnal, this wouldn't usually have been a difficult thing to do. But in the peaceful yard of the little house, the snowy wolf could barely resist the silver light and the ocean's lullaby. She thanked the gods for their blessings, for bringing her here tonight. They were so gracious to her.



Her happy thoughts were growing foggier and the sounds and sights around her were dimming. Then, something hit her square in the forehead. She whined softly, opening her eyes and wildly gazing around her. Hello? No one answered, but as her ears lifted toward the roof of the house she noticed incoherent noises, as if there was someone up there. She picked up the object that had hit her, a wad of paper. Gently unfolding it, she saw the drawing of a goose, a lovely one.



She did not like that her sleep had been interrupted, but now that there was something to be curious about, Lynx had no hope of feeling sleepy any time soon. After searching the outside of the house, she found a lattice along the little cottage's porch and climbed to the roof.



There she paused, taken aback by the strange pair she found A dog, accompanied by a little gray goose. Now she understood the drawing. Lynx crawled gracefully toward the male, noticing how the moonlight glittered beautifully in his silky, russet fur. I hope I am not disturbing you, she spoke, still holding the drawing close to her chest.

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