// where your body hears the words of the sun //
When she heard the initial, telltale cracking, she got her notebook at the ready, charcoal in gloved hand eager to write across blank pages – delighted and still as the singular fox took a drink from the stream, and she began to sketch. She’d only gotten so far as the head and a roughened portion of fur when all chaos seemed to break hold – more icy conjectures, padding of feet, panting from canines –
And she glanced over, to see the incoming rampage of companions and foxes alike. Mittens hissed in disapproval, launching itself higher and out of the melee. “Goodness,” she laughed, incapable of controlling the array of giggles as they bundled together and slammed about. “Is everyone all right?” she chirped in response, shaking her head as Sah appeared – not startled by the notions, but content to see the Wild Thunder. With a little wave, presuming her research would be done for the moment, she greeted. “How are you? These all yours?”
And she glanced over, to see the incoming rampage of companions and foxes alike. Mittens hissed in disapproval, launching itself higher and out of the melee. “Goodness,” she laughed, incapable of controlling the array of giggles as they bundled together and slammed about. “Is everyone all right?” she chirped in response, shaking her head as Sah appeared – not startled by the notions, but content to see the Wild Thunder. With a little wave, presuming her research would be done for the moment, she greeted. “How are you? These all yours?”
Lena
// spoken in the voices of trees //
