Romance is in the air...this is probably the most beautiful and scenic place in Blossom Forest. For the athletic and determined to come with their mates, for time away from pups. Only adults may come here; some of the ledges are too far apart for teens or pups to cross and some too high to scale.
IP: 71.31.105.101
Posted on November 28, 2011 at 09:35:01 PM by Misty
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OOC: Okay don't do that no more. You were so slow, I thought you'd gotten offline xD He watches me as if intrigued by my very open features, causing my skin to heat up as if he can see each and every one of my tiniest secrets. I haven't been this talkative with another in a very long time, especially talking about more personal matters. That's mostly been uncharted and forbidden territory to me. I didn't even want to dive into the feelings myself, let alone discuss them with others. What is there about this wolf that seems to make me feel safe and able to open up a little more? I steal quick glances in his direction, trying to unlock the mystery as if it will written on his handsome features but of course, I come up blank. He grins in my direction before looking back over towards the rainbow. My ears flicker at his words and I can't help but nod softly, thinking. Yes, if not for our backgrounds and the things that have happened in our pasts, we would not be who we are today. If Phonix had not stolen my light by leaving me without a word, I would not be the scared weak willed wolf I am that ran from Andere because I was afraid of change. I wouldn't have found Bright Moon and the pure soul I sit beside right now who I can connect with. When I dare to glance toward him after my rude outburst, I see a turmoil of emotions in his gaze and though I know they're not directed at me, I still feel the cut of them so deep in myself because I've felt them before many times. I can read the truth in his eyes, that he was as close to her as I was to Phonix, maybe even more. Phonix and I were the closest of friends, that before anything else. When we stepped over the threshold into matehood, we were still new to our love and so were careful with it. Maybe Ray and his mystery girl were well matched and fit like two puzzle pieces, sure and confident, no longer the shy newly weds that still dip their paws before they leap in. I would never ask him for the details for just seeing the pain in his eyes is enough to tell me that he got hurt badly. I wait in the silence. I'd have given him all day and night to recover if he needed it. Finally I hear a sigh and he speaks. I can see he's fumbling for the right words and so I give him my full attention, patience etched gently in my gaze. My ears flicker, eyes a bit puzzled but wary about asking for more. He tries to finish it the right way, stumbling a bit more before settling with something. My lips close and tighten a bit at his last words and I have to look away for a bit to collect my thoughts. What if he's right? What if Phonix doesn't feel the hurt like I do? What if he's already moved on and found someone else to share his heart with? So I'm just the fool who still feels like this. I don't notice till after the words leave my lips that I'd said out loud what I was thinking to myself. Shock doesn't even absorb into my face. Instead my head hangs a bit in defeat, knowing that the words must be true. I'm the fool. I should have gotten back to myself and gone on with life like before I even knew him. There's no telling what I've missed out on by being this way for so long. Friends, family, pack mates, maybe even another shot at love. The silence drags on but it's an easy silence, broken only by more idle conversation away from the hurtful subjects. He agrees with me about Bright Moon and then looks more thoughtful about how to procede with the rest of my comments. His next words bring more pain to his features and it doesn't take a genius to figure out why. I can guess that its connected to the name he threw in the hat: Soul. So this must be his mystery girl. What a name. It's perfect. I nod slowly in understanding as he continues, telling his shortened version of how he was there with her first and then here. He agrees with me about the whole pack thing and then tries to explain Bright Moon's philosophy. I smile. Yes, it does seem to be all about sharing there. I say in a kind voice, remembering how he offered his own den to a wounded cub at the borders and how we seem to share the same kind of pain from lost love. When he suddenly laughs a bit, I prick my ears to listen, finding that I like the noise. I kind of miss laughing. I wonder if I ever will again. My eyes grow curious as I look at him. Tamlin? So, is that the alpha of Bright Moon? Have you been friends long? I find innocent curiosity seeping into my gaze. |
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