04-18-2016, 04:21 PM
Misra
His words are swift and his eyes alight with mischief, and though she is youthful, she immediately recognizes his teasing tone and she can feel the way her cheeks flush with mild embarrassment. She merely smiles shyly in return, the bleak sunlight peeking through and bathing her silvery pelt as she shifts in place among the dancing rays of light. She is momentarily speechless, as she had not thought she would even find Siberian, let alone be left alone with him - or even more importantly, find herself as drawn to him as she is in that present moment. He is handsome, undeniably so, and her eyes linger on his damp coat and bright eyes as he watches her with the same curiosity. She had known him only in his ursine form, and when she had been but a child - but now, looking upon him with new, gleaming eyes, she sees much more.
She pauses from her momentary reverie, deep brown doe eyes watching after the retreating crimson-tinted form of Nymphetamine. "Thank you!" She calls out, her voice echoing off of the thick foliage of what remained of the forest. ".. for everything." She trails off now, her gaze once more upon Siberian, suddenly self-conscious of her booming alto. She offers a momentary sheepish smile, but he speaks, and her worry is forgotten.
"I would love to see it." She says earnestly, a giddiness rising up within her petite frame. She draws her thick, feathery wings tighter to her body, as if trying to appear smaller, but she is already such a small thing. Misra longs for adventure, for new experiences and always has - this is no different. She has sought out not only a friend today, but new air to breathe, new scents to take in and new terrain to discover - little does she realize she is stumbling upon so much more.
She is quiet for much of their short lived journey, remaining close enough to his side that she can feel the warmth radiating from his skin and see the way his muscles shift and move beneath his coal-painted coat, but she remains a step back, pausing in awe as the fiery tree comes into view. She halts altogether, her long, slender limbs pausing as her hooves press firmly into the moist soil beneath her lithe weight. Her eyes, bright and curious, peer up with wonder, drawn to the bright, flickering flames lingering at the very core of the tree. She steps forward and moves past Siberian, her wing gently brushing his side as she moves along, in awe and fully distracted.
Misra has never seen anything like it, and perhaps, she never would again.
"It looks as if nothing around it has burned .. is that the magic it holds?" She gazes to him again, observing him as he paces in place with an anxiety she had not seen before - not in equine nor in ursine form. She offers a smile, then, her dark eyes meeting his, trailing for only a moment to admire the splash of white across his forehead. "This is beautiful, Siberian. Thank you for showing it to me. Tell me - what is it?" Her inquiry rises above the crackling of the flames behind her, long forgotten as she watches him intently, moving closer step by step. Her cheek tilts and her ears flick, curiosity evident, though her tone of voice has dropped to a murmur. "Does the fire not burn ..? Is it only meant for light, or something more?"
She pauses from her momentary reverie, deep brown doe eyes watching after the retreating crimson-tinted form of Nymphetamine. "Thank you!" She calls out, her voice echoing off of the thick foliage of what remained of the forest. ".. for everything." She trails off now, her gaze once more upon Siberian, suddenly self-conscious of her booming alto. She offers a momentary sheepish smile, but he speaks, and her worry is forgotten.
"I would love to see it." She says earnestly, a giddiness rising up within her petite frame. She draws her thick, feathery wings tighter to her body, as if trying to appear smaller, but she is already such a small thing. Misra longs for adventure, for new experiences and always has - this is no different. She has sought out not only a friend today, but new air to breathe, new scents to take in and new terrain to discover - little does she realize she is stumbling upon so much more.
She is quiet for much of their short lived journey, remaining close enough to his side that she can feel the warmth radiating from his skin and see the way his muscles shift and move beneath his coal-painted coat, but she remains a step back, pausing in awe as the fiery tree comes into view. She halts altogether, her long, slender limbs pausing as her hooves press firmly into the moist soil beneath her lithe weight. Her eyes, bright and curious, peer up with wonder, drawn to the bright, flickering flames lingering at the very core of the tree. She steps forward and moves past Siberian, her wing gently brushing his side as she moves along, in awe and fully distracted.
Misra has never seen anything like it, and perhaps, she never would again.
"It looks as if nothing around it has burned .. is that the magic it holds?" She gazes to him again, observing him as he paces in place with an anxiety she had not seen before - not in equine nor in ursine form. She offers a smile, then, her dark eyes meeting his, trailing for only a moment to admire the splash of white across his forehead. "This is beautiful, Siberian. Thank you for showing it to me. Tell me - what is it?" Her inquiry rises above the crackling of the flames behind her, long forgotten as she watches him intently, moving closer step by step. Her cheek tilts and her ears flick, curiosity evident, though her tone of voice has dropped to a murmur. "Does the fire not burn ..? Is it only meant for light, or something more?"
she rules her life like a fine skylark
and wouldn't you love to love her?
and wouldn't you love to love her?