01-06-2008, 10:02 PM
[html]She'd just gotten back from Jaded Shadows, where her mother Deuce lived. She was hoping that Deuce might come and stay with her for a while, had tried to convince her to come and live in Storm again, but she wasn't sure what Deuce was going to do now. Sometimes she wished that things could stay the same, and never change...that she and her mother's relationship could be healed, and all of their past woes forgotten...but she knew that it couldn't. Some change was good...like her meeting Pilot, and Phoenix's pups being born, but other changes were harder to go through.
Dierdre sat down outside of the den, working some oil onto her new bow. She and Phoenix had met in the human city and chosen the bows for themselves; they'd had to work together to get them down off of the high shelves. They were planning on meeting up later on, to test the bows out and see if their skills had improved. She hoped that someday she'd be able to hunt big game, like deer, with the bows, from a distance. That would be really interesting.
It was late-afternoon, a lazy time for the Storm inhabitants. She'd probably start a fire soon and prepare for the night. The girl turned, heading back into the den. She spotted something on the floor in the back in the waning light, a little children's book. "Goodnight Moon". It'd been a while since she'd tried to read a book, and wasn't sure if she still knew how; she picked it up, saying the first few words. "Goodnight...Moon"[/html]
Dierdre sat down outside of the den, working some oil onto her new bow. She and Phoenix had met in the human city and chosen the bows for themselves; they'd had to work together to get them down off of the high shelves. They were planning on meeting up later on, to test the bows out and see if their skills had improved. She hoped that someday she'd be able to hunt big game, like deer, with the bows, from a distance. That would be really interesting.
It was late-afternoon, a lazy time for the Storm inhabitants. She'd probably start a fire soon and prepare for the night. The girl turned, heading back into the den. She spotted something on the floor in the back in the waning light, a little children's book. "Goodnight Moon". It'd been a while since she'd tried to read a book, and wasn't sure if she still knew how; she picked it up, saying the first few words. "Goodnight...Moon"[/html]