What if the fox had known Wessex?
Rory didn't even know the first thing about his newly made friend, but he figured that wasn't what was important: what was important was these moments they had shared. Their silly play-fight against the gourds in the forest, the scritches afterwards, and now this. Rory had words, but used them very little; the fox none, but they didn't need them, either.
The fox made up its mind, barking and trotting towards Talys, and Rory found the first hint of a smile tugging at his lips again at the sight. There was a daintiness to the creature as it moved, an elegance that warmed his heart.
He took longer in getting back to the pony than the fox, but once there, he offered her his palm to sniff in greeting. She looked questioningly at the fox as he unhitched her from the tree, so he snorted at her and gave her forehead a scratch before easily swinging himself back into the saddle—realizing that at some point he'd stuck Wessex's knife into his belt.
He might as well keep it.
With a last look towards the Spire Rory nudged Talys in the direction of town, setting off in silence. He let her pick the path, trusting her to know where they were going, which left his gaze free to follow the fox.
[ The end. <3 ]
Rory didn't even know the first thing about his newly made friend, but he figured that wasn't what was important: what was important was these moments they had shared. Their silly play-fight against the gourds in the forest, the scritches afterwards, and now this. Rory had words, but used them very little; the fox none, but they didn't need them, either.
The fox made up its mind, barking and trotting towards Talys, and Rory found the first hint of a smile tugging at his lips again at the sight. There was a daintiness to the creature as it moved, an elegance that warmed his heart.
He took longer in getting back to the pony than the fox, but once there, he offered her his palm to sniff in greeting. She looked questioningly at the fox as he unhitched her from the tree, so he snorted at her and gave her forehead a scratch before easily swinging himself back into the saddle—realizing that at some point he'd stuck Wessex's knife into his belt.
He might as well keep it.
With a last look towards the Spire Rory nudged Talys in the direction of town, setting off in silence. He let her pick the path, trusting her to know where they were going, which left his gaze free to follow the fox.
[ The end. <3 ]
