05-28-2022, 06:21 PM
You’re safer beneath the fur – you should know that. Kongen’s words managed to gnaw like an incessant gnat buzzing around in the heat of summer. No matter how many times it would be swatted away, the gnat seemed to always return. Having taken a breather before heading home, Tethys took rest along-side the slow-moving stream. In tow, was the days catch from the shores. Two gulls and a few common sea fish. Nothing extraordinary, seeing that todays hunts were rather lackluster. Just something to fill the icebox until tomorrow and then to tag along to the shop to clean and butcher.
“He’s an odd one, don’t you think?” Glacial eyes studied the small rippling currents of the water passing by. Knees where tucked and embraced by sun kissed arms that supported her head. She was talking to the water. Odd to see if anyone happened to be passing by but there were far worse things to worry over than what others may have thought of her for speaking to just nothing. “A bit of a temper too, like Kreios and Dad, don’t you think?” A small genuine simper tugged her tawny lips, chuckling, unraveling her limbs to recline back. Fingers drug into damp soils allowing her head to tilt back “Maybe we’ll cross paths again sometime, who knows?” After all, they were neighbors now weren’t they? She couldn’t help but laugh at the thought, recalling the twisting snarl of frustration in the kalaks face.
“See? Rivers are good listeners.” She mused dryly, sitting upright now and pulling the spotted seatrout by the tail, inspecting her catch of the day.
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“He’s an odd one, don’t you think?” Glacial eyes studied the small rippling currents of the water passing by. Knees where tucked and embraced by sun kissed arms that supported her head. She was talking to the water. Odd to see if anyone happened to be passing by but there were far worse things to worry over than what others may have thought of her for speaking to just nothing. “A bit of a temper too, like Kreios and Dad, don’t you think?” A small genuine simper tugged her tawny lips, chuckling, unraveling her limbs to recline back. Fingers drug into damp soils allowing her head to tilt back “Maybe we’ll cross paths again sometime, who knows?” After all, they were neighbors now weren’t they? She couldn’t help but laugh at the thought, recalling the twisting snarl of frustration in the kalaks face.
“See? Rivers are good listeners.” She mused dryly, sitting upright now and pulling the spotted seatrout by the tail, inspecting her catch of the day.
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