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onepassingnight2011-08-23 12:31 am
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003. the strength of the Wolf is the Pack
It's a meadow, surprisingly bright and green and the heat of an early spring sun is just beginning to warm the air. The grass is tall and green and there are almost more flowers than blades of grass in the area, riots of bright color and pure white hanging in delicate bells or open bursts of petals. Listening there's the faint drone of bees somewhere nearby, busy with their pollen and even fainter the hint of a stream somewhere, quick with the melt of snow from the mountains that take up the not that distant horizon. Weathered, stunted trees form a wood of sorts nearby, full of cool shade and the old smells of moss and bracken and last years fallen leaves. And Cloud -
Cloud is hard to find.
Until you notice the ears above the grass. Or perhaps a stray breeze blows by and you catch the ripple of gray fur between the swaying blades. He's lying on his stomach, chin resting across his arms and he's...
Well, he's a wolf. Grey and furry and lean muscle with eyes the color of the waters off Costa del Sol. And at the moment, he's watching the whispy clouds overhead, one ear twitching absently at a nearby bird that's trying to decide if he's invading it's nest space or not.
Cloud is hard to find.
Until you notice the ears above the grass. Or perhaps a stray breeze blows by and you catch the ripple of gray fur between the swaying blades. He's lying on his stomach, chin resting across his arms and he's...
Well, he's a wolf. Grey and furry and lean muscle with eyes the color of the waters off Costa del Sol. And at the moment, he's watching the whispy clouds overhead, one ear twitching absently at a nearby bird that's trying to decide if he's invading it's nest space or not.
Do you want to wrap it up soonish?
"Oh! I'll keep this safe." She picks up the crown, tucking it in her basket. "Now... the game is... who can find the most flowers! Not just any flower, though. We'll look for purple flowers."
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His eyes narrow a little in concentration as she explains the game to him.
Finding flowers. Right. He can do that.
Luckily for him, wolf-Cloud isn't color blind. Or it would have made the game even more interesting. But he wants to see Aerith in full color and so his dream gives him eyes that can. His tail swishes hesitantly behind him and he gets to his feet.
He won't go far. That torn feeling is still in his chest. But he can find her flowers.
Purple's a strange color choice though and he wonders why she chose that one.
Doesn't matter. Aerith wants purple flowers. Tail starting to wag, head coming up a bit more, he'll make sure she gets her flowers. So with a duck of his head and a huff, he's suddenly off like a shot into the tall grass.
Cheating. Of course. Because he's going to find more flowers than her.
But he's also going to move in a circle around her, always keeping her in his senses as he carefully clips purple flowers with his teeth and carries them proudly back to lay them in her basket.