04-15-2009, 11:48 AM
'S nice ta meet ye, Flayra. Und Ah lahke tha bracelet yeh've made. Moose padded nearer, seating himself a few feet from her. The sun had come into a large open space between the clouds, making the entire flowery field light up with happiness. The colors melded into a wonderful canvas upon the terra firma as a breeze blew through the area, rippling their stems like ocean waves.
Before coming to Crimson Dreams, Moose had never had a chance to see a real ocean. He had seen the ocean from rocky cliffs of his home, but it wasn't the beautiful warm area it was here. The beach of his past had been a cold, harsh, unforgiving place. Wolves would sooner take long routes to places that risk nearing the water that had claimed so many lives. The ocean there was apt to swell up in an instant and bash any unfortunate in its path into the rocks on shore. Here the shoreline was a soft, sandy affair, bright and warm. The water had its moments of anger, but for the most part, even the water seemed calmer.
If only Sirce could have made it here, she would have loved it. She was the only wolf he had known back home that could spend hours watching the waves crash into the cliffs. Her favorite this was the sunset over this water. Many a time he had sat with her, watching the sun sink into the water on the horizon. Moose returned his amber eyes to the present and noticed this new fey, Flayra, favored his beloved slightly. Her build was off, but the coloration of her features was close.
Before coming to Crimson Dreams, Moose had never had a chance to see a real ocean. He had seen the ocean from rocky cliffs of his home, but it wasn't the beautiful warm area it was here. The beach of his past had been a cold, harsh, unforgiving place. Wolves would sooner take long routes to places that risk nearing the water that had claimed so many lives. The ocean there was apt to swell up in an instant and bash any unfortunate in its path into the rocks on shore. Here the shoreline was a soft, sandy affair, bright and warm. The water had its moments of anger, but for the most part, even the water seemed calmer.
If only Sirce could have made it here, she would have loved it. She was the only wolf he had known back home that could spend hours watching the waves crash into the cliffs. Her favorite this was the sunset over this water. Many a time he had sat with her, watching the sun sink into the water on the horizon. Moose returned his amber eyes to the present and noticed this new fey, Flayra, favored his beloved slightly. Her build was off, but the coloration of her features was close.