It was mid afternoon. It was still the same day that Flay joined. Anu had just finished giving her a tour around the pack. Now, the girl just wanted to sit down and rest. With each footstep, she walked through the soft grass that was decorated with many kinds of flowers. It was like a flower shop, only the flowers are still in the ground. It was like at home. Flowers surrounded her old home, which was now a deteriorating wooden cabin that seemed to have taken a nasty blow by time.
The girl saw this place as a good stop to rest on. Thankfully, it was near the main pack homes, so she didn't have far to walk to. The girl looked up. The sky was showing it's blue beauty from bewteen the clouds. Lately, the clouds have been clearing up. Hopefully, there won't be any rain for a while. The cool breeze came by, and the girl enjoyed it running through her hair and pelt. She sat down on the soft grass as she examined the many flowers that were present. She placed her staff, which she seemed to carry with her where ever she goes, beside her, in case of dangerous emergencies. Looking around at the variety of the colorful petals, she started to pick some of them. One looked like a red tulip. She put it in her hair as a... colorful decoration. She smiled at the thought. She was already having a fun time.
Midafternoon found Moose enjoying the wonders of the area. He was very playful today, not feeling any of the pains from his travels due to the warmth of the weather. Small patches of clouds drifted lazily across the sky, obscuring the sun for moments in a sort of natural game of peek-a-boo.
The sweet scent of flowers flooded his nares as he headed away from the mansion towards a meadow. The Wild wolf loved romping in this particular area, it reminded him so much of his lost mate, Sirce. A fly buzzed near his ears, and twitching them to shoo it away, he caught a slight noise. Shrugging it off as nothing, he turned his nares to the wind. The slight smell of a fey drifted, intertwined with that of the flowers.
Wolf paws padded softly down the trail to investigate. Nearing the area, he noticed a light grey fey (from her smell) amongst the tulips. She seemed happy and harmless enough, and a lingering of Anu's scent was fresh upon her, leading him to believe she was new. Wagging his tail, Moose approached her. Gud day ta ye marm. Tha name's Moose, und ye arr?" Yet again, he hoped the accent wasn't too much for her unaccustomed ears.
She seemed cuter with the flower in her hair. Children liked to do those things. Flayra was one of those children. With the little flowers that was mixed in with the bigger ones, she picked them very carefully. Picking the different colored flowers, she made a bangle to put on her wrists. Very pretty, they were. The many colored petals seem to give it more majestic beauty. Wow. It's still the same day and Flay is already having fun.
The scent of another wolf came to the young girls nose. Thankfully, it was a Crimson Dreamer. This was someone new. It wasn't Anu or Naniko. Still, the girl had to meet new wolves in order to get by in this new home. The other drew closer until it came into view of the girl. He spoke. The voice was of friendly, but the accent was a bit off. However, the girl was able to make out what he said. "Why, hello. Flayra's the name."
'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.
The wolf's reply had some sense, but the second part was a bit... unclear. The girl knew that some of the words made sense. It was about the bangle Flayra made. Mabye he was trying to say that it was a nice bangle. That's what it sounded like. The girl smiled at the thought. "Thanks. I can probably make one for you, or do you think you are a bit too old for one." It was a light tease, but it wasn't offensive. She was just playing around. The world should be nothing but flowers. To fill the world with beauty.
The girl then thought on her own name. Mabye she should tell him what it meant. Every name had a meaning or a shorter way of saying a nickname. Flayra had a good name, which had a good meaning that fitted her personality. "Do you know what Flayra means, Mr. Moose?"
Too old? Oh, this lass was going to be fun. Already he enjoyed the fact she reminded him of his departed beloved, and now she had a wonderful personality. If nothing else, Flayra would be much fun to have in his pack. Och! Too old? Nay lass, Ah onlee age when o'ers call meh Mis'er. Jist call meh Moose.
In truth, Moose had enjoyed the tease. With the exceptiong of Jazz's size bothering him on their first meeting, this was the closest anyone had come to picking fun at him and playing. Nay, Ah dinnae knaow whit et means, Ah jist knaow 'tis a beau'iful name. He had actually been wondering if her accent (well, honestly her lack of one compared to his own) was causing him to hear her name wrong. What if she was saying her name was Flower? Moose hoped he hadn't been insulting her by using an incorrect nominer.
And what was this he was saying with a compliment to her name? He paused his thoughts, wondering if Sirce's would come through... nothing. Did this mean she was angry? Confused? Happy? He wasn't sure, but oddly, he felt all of these emotions himself.
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To the girl, Moose was fun enough. Maybe he could do with a flower bangle. Looking at the variety, she picked different kinds of flowers. After harvesting enough, she looked at the male with a cheerful look. "Please, lend me your paw."
Every name had a meaning. Flay's name had a good meaning. She had always known her name's meaning. She was given the name because she looked like someone from her ancestry with the same name. Flayra Nylon, the maiden of the fields. "It means the Little Flower. There is also a saying, The fields will be my home, my shelter, my protection." A great name, with a great saying.
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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?"
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Flayra tied the flower bangle around his saw. He just looked beautiful with it. Well, that was to Flayra. Maybe, to other people too. Flayra just liked the world for what it was, with beauty inside. The Little Flower could only see the world for the beauty. It was her own world, full of life and beauty.
Moose said something, which she was only understood a little. He was a little bit funny, the accent that he had. She just sat there and listened to what he said, trying to translate what he said. "Well, that's good to hear, I think. To answer your question, Moose, I come from a small place in Bâtons et Pierres. A small cabin, but big enough for four. Me, Mum, Dad, and my older brother. They died, my parents. Then I went wondering, from the age of three months. Met a hawk, traveled for a long time before settling at Dahlia de Mai, then left two months ago, traveled again, then came here. That sums it up." She had that sorrowful look about her parents. It still lingered in her mind.
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A sad look graced the face of the Little Flower, and Moose gently nudged her shoulder with his own. His tail thumped softly on the ground behind them, scattering pollen from the flowers. The granules drifted upwards and becoming ensnared by the wind, swirled beautifully around them. He smiled and laughed slightly at the event he had accidentally created. It was hard for him to find sadness since he had arrived here in Crimson Dreams.
Of course, the nightmares still occasionally found him. These were the worst. Terrible dreams of his loss, coupled by the horrible deeds he had done in his past. It was no wonder he was haunted by their memory. Or rather, memories. Too many he had done, and so hard he tried to forget.
However, it was a new time in his life, and he tried tot see nothing but rainbows and roses. Currently, there were lots of roses. Yeh seem jist aboot as well tra'eled as Ah am. Ah knaow whit et feels lahke ta beh on tha move all tha tahme.
Flayra felt the nudge on her shoulder. She found it supportive. She felt happy that even though Moose was someone she just met, he was kind. Flayra looked at Moose and smiled sofly. At that time she wrapped her right arm around his neck forming a hug, that was purposed as like a daughter would to a father. Though Moose was old, he acted like a fatherly figure. Flayra was greatful. "Thanks for your supportive nudge." He moved herself closer to make a daughterly hug to Moose.
Flayra then let go as Moose explained that he also traveled about himself. The girl knew how it felt to travel about a lot, moving around, making a new home as she went. She felt like an Pilgrim, travel from place to place, never stopping until she made a permanent home. Crimson Dreams was her permanent home now. She wouldn't be leaving here for a long time. "I've been through a lot. I mean a lot."
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