these words i behold no tongue

[Catalyst de Sadira]

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aus buchstaben heraus
Hopefully Cat's location within the Spring will work for this. (: Word Count: 399

im buchstaben

          For a day in mid Spring, it felt like the beginning of Summer. With not a cloud to obscure the crystal blue skies above, today was certainly an unseasonably warmer than usual day in this time and month. For such a day that held somewhat dry heat in several regions of Dahlia, it was common for one to be drawn to a cool source, whether it was the providing of shade underneath the grant shadow of a tree or from chilled waters that were sure to quench one's thirst and provide much needed cooling.

          Catalyst decided to separate from the rest of her siblings today, breaking off into wanderlust of what Dahlia promised to hold to its inhabitants. The security and comfort of her guardians alongside her siblings was something she throughly enjoyed and felt even more like there was a true place in the world for a family structure, but at the same time she was a growing puppy yet, and the world was certainly hers for the taking and exploring. Time in the church spent with those who mattered most was time of course not wasted, but there had to be room to endure everything else that was in this life as well.

          Tongue lolled from the side of her alabaster jaws, sloppy and dripping with saliva as she panted in this heat. Thankfully her meanderings happened to bring her to the Springs, in which with the energy she had left from mulling around in the heat at such a far distance and by herself, she sprinted to the refreshing shorelines to eagerly lap away crisp water and relish her paws, limbs, and belly within it. Catalyst rested within a shallow pool of the Springs near the very embarkment of ground, where she was playfully snapping away at the water's surface, just for mere sake and out of boredom. There were tadpoles near the shallow end of the Springs, in which her dual eyes suddenly took interest upon, and bringing up her forepaws up and down to slap right into the surface, she tried to catch them (or at least smash them so they would remain still, and she would have a closer inspection of such creatures). Her splashing was quite loud, and not to mention with her paw connecting with the soft undersurface of the Spring, mud was beginning to taint her paw and upper limbs.

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