Out of the frying pan and into the fire. She ended her little visit with the two youngsters who discovered her trying not to die on the bank of the river south of Hyaline. She dove into the forest and stuffed herself into a fallen log to sleep off her pain and mend herself from her exciting trip back into the real world. She slept until the next day, waiting before the sun was at its Zenith. Creeping carefully through the forest she feasted on raspberries and nipped the ends off tender green grasses and before sunset she’s reached the edge of Loess and finally allows herself to step out of the undergrowth and breathe a sigh of relief.
She could have gone home, to her brothers and Pangea but ever since waking up on the riverside with those two other youngsters looking down at her she had wanted only to be in Loess with Malone. Her brothers might have comforted her in some way but Malone is always better at knowing how to help her feel better when she could only stubbornly try to bulldoze through her hurts. There is no pushing past being smaller that a fox.
Like the one she smells in the forest behind her, and though Morgayne’s eyes roll and she sees nothing at all she hurtles herself into the clearing along the border of Loess and struggles frantically through the long grass. It’s hard to move through the tight thatch of summer-yellow grass but she Morgayne pushes forward, stumbling and getting caught on the reedy stalks. She pulls free and bursts with a tumble into the long blue shadow of something with huge wings, looming over her.
With a strangled yip Morgayne drops back on her rear and flails to her feet again before realizing that the blue eyes looking down at her belong to Malone and her heart is pounding when she sobs his name, in her small voice it sounds only like a gasp. She does not like to be so frantic. “Malone! Its you!” She is so very small, not even tall enough for the tips of her black ears to reach his knees. Backing away a little, steadying herself as she tucks her tiny self back amongst some of the grass Morgayne holds her head high, tipped back to look steadily up at her friend. “Don’t laugh.” Though she will forgive him if he does, it would be funny if it hadn’t heretofore been so terrifying.
we could be strangers
[Malone] oops sorry, posted from the wrong account the first time lol
