Ah, the changing of the seasons, the changing of the guards. Always the same, never the same. Always mine, never mine.
“My Sibella,” I turn my golden dome back to my small, midnight shadow, “hasten your steps. Something big is happening again. Can’t you feel it?!” A shiver runs down my spine, I’m practically vibrating with anticipation. In fact I am so motivated I’ve lapped the girl several times now, trotting forward and backward, forward and backward, trying to shepherd her along faster, faster, faster. To my chagrin it doesn’t work. If anything the shadowspinner child slows down further with an open air of defiance. I’m nearly sure the girl barely tolerates me. You know what, nevermind. I’m sure of it. But alas, that does not curb my enthusiasm. No, not in the slightest.
I hardly pay any mind to those already gathered, my depthless eyes sweep over the numbers swiftly before staking claim upon a familiar algae covered form. My tawny carriage comes to rest beside, nipping at the ends of water-soaked mane adoringly, ”Hellooo Swampy”, I murmur softly. Little did he know that I have a gift idea of sorts in the works for him. The thought brings a smile to my face as a prickling sensation caresses the black stockings of my legs and the girl wreathed in shadows finally pulls up next to me.
“Oooh tingley,” I purr, enjoying the thrill of the red sensation lashing at my flesh.
The dark woman cloaked in vibrant red with horns and wings of a bat demands their attention then, and my rampant giggling falls to a minimum. I know of her rise to Queenship, yes; the giants had told me as much. But for my dark eyes to behold her was something else entirely, and I watch and listen with eager anticipation. Oh, how marvelous! Batsy brought new playmates to share my….joy with.
My wild eyes rotate towards the bored, yellow gaze of Sibella, sharing an unspoken agreement of Batsy’s desire to send a few to Loess. A large grins ascends the plain of my face, turning back to look at the Queen as I take a step forward, while my head tilts several degrees to the side. “I will go, Batsy. Sibella will come too, but anyone else is welcome to join in the fun of course.”
The others may not know me directly, especially if they don’t converse with the giants, but surely they will recognize the wicked laughter that starts softly before growing increasingly louder and then abruptly cutting off. Oh, yes. They know me, I think to myself, letting my head tip even further to the side. Or at least they will now.
“My Sibella,” I turn my golden dome back to my small, midnight shadow, “hasten your steps. Something big is happening again. Can’t you feel it?!” A shiver runs down my spine, I’m practically vibrating with anticipation. In fact I am so motivated I’ve lapped the girl several times now, trotting forward and backward, forward and backward, trying to shepherd her along faster, faster, faster. To my chagrin it doesn’t work. If anything the shadowspinner child slows down further with an open air of defiance. I’m nearly sure the girl barely tolerates me. You know what, nevermind. I’m sure of it. But alas, that does not curb my enthusiasm. No, not in the slightest.
I hardly pay any mind to those already gathered, my depthless eyes sweep over the numbers swiftly before staking claim upon a familiar algae covered form. My tawny carriage comes to rest beside, nipping at the ends of water-soaked mane adoringly, ”Hellooo Swampy”, I murmur softly. Little did he know that I have a gift idea of sorts in the works for him. The thought brings a smile to my face as a prickling sensation caresses the black stockings of my legs and the girl wreathed in shadows finally pulls up next to me.
“Oooh tingley,” I purr, enjoying the thrill of the red sensation lashing at my flesh.
The dark woman cloaked in vibrant red with horns and wings of a bat demands their attention then, and my rampant giggling falls to a minimum. I know of her rise to Queenship, yes; the giants had told me as much. But for my dark eyes to behold her was something else entirely, and I watch and listen with eager anticipation. Oh, how marvelous! Batsy brought new playmates to share my….joy with.
My wild eyes rotate towards the bored, yellow gaze of Sibella, sharing an unspoken agreement of Batsy’s desire to send a few to Loess. A large grins ascends the plain of my face, turning back to look at the Queen as I take a step forward, while my head tilts several degrees to the side. “I will go, Batsy. Sibella will come too, but anyone else is welcome to join in the fun of course.”
The others may not know me directly, especially if they don’t converse with the giants, but surely they will recognize the wicked laughter that starts softly before growing increasingly louder and then abruptly cutting off. Oh, yes. They know me, I think to myself, letting my head tip even further to the side. Or at least they will now.