01-23-2010, 07:22 PM
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Word Count: 577 - SoSuWriMo
I am a part of all that I have met
She nodded silently as he replied in a quiet voice. "I see" True, it was all true. But she had not asked simply to be given an answer she could have thought up herself; no, she had asked to penetrate this shell that seemed to hinder her in reaching her brother. He was distant, she thought, which was also why she thought he might be weary. But the shell was easily maintained, or unbreakable, or so it would seem. Most who hid from their surroundings would succumb when met with affection, at least when they realized it was genuine, but not her baby brother, it would seem. And she agreed with what he said; as a leader, he did not have time to concern himself with the trifles of muscles aching or the need to rest one's mind. In that sense, Mew was lucky; she was a mere underling, though quite high up in the ranks system. She could, in a sense, do with her time as she pleased, long as she remembered to fulfill her few duties to this pack. But a leader's list of chores was neverending. They had been given the trust of the pack's members, and one of their sacrifices was the luxury of spare time. It seemed to Mew that her brother had changed in the time span between their last and current meeting, and for this the femme was sad. She did not wish to grow away from her brother, like so many siblings did, just because of life itself. She wished to spend this life, now that she had been spared from death, and blessed with her family, with the ones she cared about. But if her brother no longer wanted to be social with her, it was all different, and she would have lost a brother. Siblingless, parentless, but not without family. Still, she wished that reality was otherwise than this worry.
Only when he commented on the Rosea did she shift her stance, and now she was not certain how to respond. She had been busy reproducing and minding her own business, had had no time to interact with her cousin or her brother, unless they sought her. But they had not, and now she felt as if there was something she ought to know. Was there a problem between the Rosea and her Lilium? It would seem this way, from her brother's dry remark. One ear moved backwards towards her skull, mirroring the confusion within her. She would not accuse him of wrongly accusing their Rosea; she was smarter than that. She knew very well that her brother could be proud sometimes, and would not appreciate it. Instead, she inquired further. "What do you mean? Is she not busy with the family?" Last Mew had seen her, Cercelee had been living with a family, though none of those children were of her mateship to Slay. Still, she had seemed pretty busy, being a mother and leading a pack. Then again, Mew did not ask unless prompted, and for a long time now she had paid little attention to the happenings outside her very little world. A very little world consisting of herself, her children, Alexey and Conor. She chose to give attention to those who seemed to want it, instead of openly offering it to any living thing that passed her by. If the leadership took no interest in her, she took no interest in the leadership.
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Word Count: 577 - SoSuWriMo
She nodded silently as he replied in a quiet voice. "I see" True, it was all true. But she had not asked simply to be given an answer she could have thought up herself; no, she had asked to penetrate this shell that seemed to hinder her in reaching her brother. He was distant, she thought, which was also why she thought he might be weary. But the shell was easily maintained, or unbreakable, or so it would seem. Most who hid from their surroundings would succumb when met with affection, at least when they realized it was genuine, but not her baby brother, it would seem. And she agreed with what he said; as a leader, he did not have time to concern himself with the trifles of muscles aching or the need to rest one's mind. In that sense, Mew was lucky; she was a mere underling, though quite high up in the ranks system. She could, in a sense, do with her time as she pleased, long as she remembered to fulfill her few duties to this pack. But a leader's list of chores was neverending. They had been given the trust of the pack's members, and one of their sacrifices was the luxury of spare time. It seemed to Mew that her brother had changed in the time span between their last and current meeting, and for this the femme was sad. She did not wish to grow away from her brother, like so many siblings did, just because of life itself. She wished to spend this life, now that she had been spared from death, and blessed with her family, with the ones she cared about. But if her brother no longer wanted to be social with her, it was all different, and she would have lost a brother. Siblingless, parentless, but not without family. Still, she wished that reality was otherwise than this worry.
Only when he commented on the Rosea did she shift her stance, and now she was not certain how to respond. She had been busy reproducing and minding her own business, had had no time to interact with her cousin or her brother, unless they sought her. But they had not, and now she felt as if there was something she ought to know. Was there a problem between the Rosea and her Lilium? It would seem this way, from her brother's dry remark. One ear moved backwards towards her skull, mirroring the confusion within her. She would not accuse him of wrongly accusing their Rosea; she was smarter than that. She knew very well that her brother could be proud sometimes, and would not appreciate it. Instead, she inquired further. "What do you mean? Is she not busy with the family?" Last Mew had seen her, Cercelee had been living with a family, though none of those children were of her mateship to Slay. Still, she had seemed pretty busy, being a mother and leading a pack. Then again, Mew did not ask unless prompted, and for a long time now she had paid little attention to the happenings outside her very little world. A very little world consisting of herself, her children, Alexey and Conor. She chose to give attention to those who seemed to want it, instead of openly offering it to any living thing that passed her by. If the leadership took no interest in her, she took no interest in the leadership.