Melodies for the Soul

Hotaru · 09-13-2012, 04:11 PM

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Both wolves were panting hard as the race came to a distinctive finish. Hotaru smiled in triumph, letting the joy and exuberance wash over her as the twins rested for a brief moment. Their faces were a perfect mirror of each other as the two shared their jovial feelings. The connection that the twins shared was absolute. In front of each other, they didn't need pretenses or pretty words. They didn't need to lie or deceive each other.

Hotaru laughed, clutching her sides as Adrian stood. His body was covered in snow, the white powder sticking to his double layered coat in odd locations. His back was almost blanketed with the stuff. However, that didn't last long, once the large male began to shake himself, snow went flying. Hotaru shrieked, Raising her arms to protect her face as bits of snow flung itself at her. Hotaru was tempted to grab a handful of snow and retaliate, but her thoughts strayed to her precious present. It wasn't made out of the most durable wood, an instrument meant to look better than it sounded. Sure, she was an acclaimed genius in woodworking, but instruments took a special hand, one that Hotaru could not master no matter how many hours she practiced. Hotaru's instruments sounded good at best. They were her weakness, the one hurtle she could not pass.

The young female almost wiggled out of her fur in anticipation as she waited for the grand unveiling. Adrian inhaled sharply when he saw the recorder, his fingers running delicately over the rose colored wood. For once, Adrian said nothing and just stared at his sister's creation. Hotaru stood, ears erect as she smiled affectionately. After a few more seconds of disbelief, Adrian scooped Hotaru up in a bear hug. Laughing, she returned the favor, draping her long arms down his strong back as he spun her around. Hotaru nuzzled Adrian as he spoke words of gratitude. "It was nothing, really. Once I saw the wood uncle brought home I just had to make it. Besides, you needed something to keep you out of trouble." Really, it was she who needed something to keep her out of trouble, not the other way around.

Once her brother had set her down, Hotaru settled onto a nearby boulder and stared at the glen as Adrian fiddled with the recorder for a bit. Unlike her, Adrian managed to produce clear notes almost immediately. Hotaru couldn't help but feel a little jealous, although a quick look at the recorder reminded her that she was the one who had made the beautiful instrument. Both wolves were grinning as Adrian offered to play something. Hotaru sat back, touching her chin with her fingers as she assumed her normal thinking posture. One hand supported her erect elbow as she dipped her head slightly. "Hmm... do you think you can play 'The Irish Washerwoman?'" It was a lighthearted piece that Hotaru had heard her brother play before, and was perfect for the mood that the twins were in. Jovial, airy, with a hint of dancing thrown in.

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