[MaMa] I'll be your sunshine in the rain

Baird Byrne · 09-16-2012, 04:32 PM

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Word Count :: 563Winter, cos I read that Neela likes it, if that's ok? Optime. After Neela leaves Ichika, but erasing Tony from the timeline, sorry Tony.

He had initially thought that he would travel for a long while, not stopping in one place for too long. Originally Nova Scotia was going to be a stepping stone for him, a place to explore before he moved on to the rest of Canada and then America. He had wanted to see all that the world had to offer, but things had changed. After landing here, half drowned and bewildered, he had met many strangers, taking the interactions in his stride. Among these strangers had been many females, most of them attractive and interesting enough to catch his eyes, like the dual toned Axelle, and the golden furred Grace, but he had moved on from them and kept their conversations as pleasant memories. So when he had met her he had been shocked. She was unlike the others, stronger and nobler, while being entirely beautiful. He had never had this reaction to another before, he had thought he was doomed to love only his family and his quoll companion forever, but he knew, as soon as he laid eyes on her that he was in love.

It hadn't been easy; she was older and far more experienced than he, and she had a past that she seemed to want to run away from. He didn't know everything about her, but he knew that there was nothing that could stop him from loving her. He knew that once you got past the jokes and the lively exterior there was a quiet and gentle soul, many of these tender moments saved for those she cared about the most. He also knew that she loved the winter months, her long and thick coat protecting her from the harsh cold and winds, so he assumed that she must be happy now, the snow thick on the ground and their den almost blocked off by the powdery white stuff. Baird was miserable in this weather, shivering dramatically as even his winter coat, used to the warm Australian climes, was inadequate. He was usually loathe to wear clothes, his kangaroo suede loincloth usually more than enough coverage for him, but right now he was swathed in as many layers of cloth and fur that he could find, including the furs and blankets from their bed.

He huddled up in their den, wrapped in his layers with both Pan and Gelar snuggled up with him, the quoll and kookaburra shivering almost as much as he was. He lamented the fact that he had to cover up his tribe scars in this cold weather, but the only canine that he wanted to show off to already knew the scars and dyed fur like the back of her own paw. He smiled as he thought of her, wondering where exactly she was and contemplating emerging from his bundle of blankets to go and look for her. Just one flick of his green eyes to the entrance of their den was enough to discourage him, cementing his desire to stay warm. He fumbled underneath the blankets and found his lucky rabbits foot, he brought it up to his lips and kissed it, whispering to the ratty brown fur, "Bring her back safe to me. And soon." He fixed his eyes on the entrance of the den and waited for her red, brown and white furred form to break the monotony of the snow blanket.

Photo courtesy of pierre pouliquin

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