07-17-2016, 01:32 PM
I figured now that my little sisters are finally here I’d be way too busy wrapped up in them to get any good wandering or troublemaking in. Well that was true enough for a while, but they’re nearly six months old now and need less supervision (which our dads have covered anyhow) and more freedom to get into their own trouble. Plus, keeping an eye on them has Dad and Papa distracted enough that I’m able to slip through the cracks a little easier, and sneak off without my usual bodyguard.
Ah, the perks of having feisty little sisters.
It’s easy to take advantage of the distraction they provide and slip past the boundaries of Echo Trails, and from there I wander west. I bypass the playground and the adoption den, too old for one and far too young to wander into the other and risk bringing home a stray when we’ve already got three little lovelies running around terrorizing our dads and making life wonderful.
I carry on until I hit forest again, and as soon as I do it’s like being wrapped up in a homey, silvan embrace. The rich smell of earth, cool shade on my skin, familiar birdsong and the quiet rustling of the stray squirrel, it’s like being home in the forests of my childhood. My eyes drift closed and I just breathe it in, a happy little smile on my lips. Peace, quiet, and--
A twig snaps nearby, and I jerk my head toward the unexpected sound. Oh, wow, how’d I miss her? Pretty, a good bit shorter than me but not dainty or adorable, more...quiet, sure-footed strength, maybe. Golden skin framed in a dark shade hard to distinguish in the shade, something brown or black but lovely either way.
“That’s alright,” I say, waving off her apology with a little toss of my head and a friendly smile. “I’m glad you did it, or I might not have seen you there, and that would’ve been a shame. I’m Dara, from Echo Trails. Who’re you?”
Ah, the perks of having feisty little sisters.
It’s easy to take advantage of the distraction they provide and slip past the boundaries of Echo Trails, and from there I wander west. I bypass the playground and the adoption den, too old for one and far too young to wander into the other and risk bringing home a stray when we’ve already got three little lovelies running around terrorizing our dads and making life wonderful.
I carry on until I hit forest again, and as soon as I do it’s like being wrapped up in a homey, silvan embrace. The rich smell of earth, cool shade on my skin, familiar birdsong and the quiet rustling of the stray squirrel, it’s like being home in the forests of my childhood. My eyes drift closed and I just breathe it in, a happy little smile on my lips. Peace, quiet, and--
A twig snaps nearby, and I jerk my head toward the unexpected sound. Oh, wow, how’d I miss her? Pretty, a good bit shorter than me but not dainty or adorable, more...quiet, sure-footed strength, maybe. Golden skin framed in a dark shade hard to distinguish in the shade, something brown or black but lovely either way.
“That’s alright,” I say, waving off her apology with a little toss of my head and a friendly smile. “I’m glad you did it, or I might not have seen you there, and that would’ve been a shame. I’m Dara, from Echo Trails. Who’re you?”