12-13-2008, 11:25 AM
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Winter’s weather had finally grasped the land, setting frost, ice and snow loose to cover the trees and ground and freeze the rivers and streams. Still, Adelaida knew, for her mother had taught her to pay close attention to the daylight hours and moon cycles, the shortest day of the year had not yet visited. According to the human’s calendar, winter had not officially begun. Of course, like so many other things Adelaida found distasteful, the human calendar was of little consequence. So far as Adelaida was concerned, winter was in full effect, how could it be anything but when the large flakes were falling through the mid-afternoon air?
Focusing on the weather gave Adelaida a bit of courage, as she and her sister’s small rodent companion, Pickles, made their way through the dampwoods. The chinchilla, who at times did not care to tread on the frozen ground, was huddled in the shoulder blades of the wolf, Ade did not mind giving the little creature a free ride. He kept good company, for besides her brother Sankor, Ade had no one to turn to in these lands, and often Sankor was off doing whatever it was he did. And so, it was just the two of them, stumbling through the woods, Ade trying her hardest to keep all the dark and dreary thoughts from filling her head, and Pickles keeping his eyes and ears alert since Adelaida was all too often absent minded. Pickles would give a warning squeak or squeal if anyone came upon them, it was his duty he felt, to protect Alexey’s sister until they became reunited.
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Winter’s weather had finally grasped the land, setting frost, ice and snow loose to cover the trees and ground and freeze the rivers and streams. Still, Adelaida knew, for her mother had taught her to pay close attention to the daylight hours and moon cycles, the shortest day of the year had not yet visited. According to the human’s calendar, winter had not officially begun. Of course, like so many other things Adelaida found distasteful, the human calendar was of little consequence. So far as Adelaida was concerned, winter was in full effect, how could it be anything but when the large flakes were falling through the mid-afternoon air?
Focusing on the weather gave Adelaida a bit of courage, as she and her sister’s small rodent companion, Pickles, made their way through the dampwoods. The chinchilla, who at times did not care to tread on the frozen ground, was huddled in the shoulder blades of the wolf, Ade did not mind giving the little creature a free ride. He kept good company, for besides her brother Sankor, Ade had no one to turn to in these lands, and often Sankor was off doing whatever it was he did. And so, it was just the two of them, stumbling through the woods, Ade trying her hardest to keep all the dark and dreary thoughts from filling her head, and Pickles keeping his eyes and ears alert since Adelaida was all too often absent minded. Pickles would give a warning squeak or squeal if anyone came upon them, it was his duty he felt, to protect Alexey’s sister until they became reunited.