04-28-2009, 09:35 AM
Extending his paw, Moose sat waitting patiently as Flayra tied the braided flowers to his wrist. A multitude of colors were there amongst the various wildflowers she had chosen, including hues of whites, blues, yellows, pinks and purples. "Och, tha's a gud name, aye. Ah was named Moose due ta mah size, e'en tho' Ah was tha las' pup ta beh born en mah li'er." He chuckled aloud at the memory he was about to share. "Und mah da', 'e took meh on mah firs' 'untin' trip und tha firs' thin' Ah killed was meh namesake. 'e 'ad said et was a sign frae tha gods tha Ah would d'mooch wi' meh lahfe a'cuz Ah was named with sooch a strawng troo name."
This memory had been toying about his mind for several days and he wondered why. It wasn't necessarily an important memory; he had many more of his father and of his various hunts. Moose saw no more importance in it than that of his first hunt. Perhaps it was Sirce's way of remindhimg him not to forget his past in light of his current happiness?
"Sa, Flayra, w'ere d'ye 'ail frae? 'ow did ye coom ta Crims'n Dr'ms?"
This memory had been toying about his mind for several days and he wondered why. It wasn't necessarily an important memory; he had many more of his father and of his various hunts. Moose saw no more importance in it than that of his first hunt. Perhaps it was Sirce's way of remindhimg him not to forget his past in light of his current happiness?
"Sa, Flayra, w'ere d'ye 'ail frae? 'ow did ye coom ta Crims'n Dr'ms?"