BREE

There are unfortunately, though undoubtedly, those who believe with complete assuredness that the world is an evil place. Riddled with darkness and sin, where souls are pitted against one another… where they pick and pry and exploit from all they touch. Yes, great evil lies scattered and plentiful throughout the land, throughout this land just like any other. Naiveness is foolish, a death wish; it is innocence that is rare. It is another belief - less practiced - that might inspire some faith in goodness: the forests, towering and vast, luscious and dense, protect and guard the light which reaches them. It is on this day that such light comes not from the sky… but from within the clutches of the woods.

As ever, the forest canopy stretched high, gnarled branches rising to meet the sun. Down below, the dew of morning still clung prosperously to the gentle floor of grass and spongy earth. There was no hint of movement to betray the jewel watched over loyally by the ancient trunks. Sitting, in a small space of grass between the grand trees, the small wolf’s red fur set her apart from her surroundings, though her stillness seemed to bond her to them at the same time. Just barely visible underneath her tail, the girl’s white paws were placed daintily in front of her.

Bree stared straight ahead of her, large blue eyes showing the slightest signs of worry, though from nothing more than miscellaneous thoughts. In truth, the little angelic she-wolf had ventured out of her new found sanctuary and home for reasons that were avoiding her consciousness. It wasn’t that anything was bothering the gentle fae, no, more that she’d had some time and like it had long ago, the morning called to her. A time where - to Bree - it seemed that one could hear the forests awakening… as if they were creatures themselves bound by an ancient magic but still very much alive. That time of day lasted so few moments, even now as a slight breeze curled tendrils around her soft downy fur, the shimmering light had solidified, bird song was full and no longer faint. It was over… passed.

Too comfortable to move just yet, and reasonably assured that all was well back home, Bree allowed her mind to wander and drift, lucid in the green light that filtered in. The tidal overflow of thoughts almost overwhelmed the delicate she-wolf. Her narrow shoulders tensed, and ever so slighter large butterfly like ears tilted back. To the outsider, what captivated the youngling so forcefully would be indistinguishable. Inwardly, Bree thought of Senya and the dangerous instability she was saddened to realize had begun to frighten her. She thought also of the newcomer, a white femme who seemed to set Aindreas on edge; of Striker and her worry that his noble strength would fade as all good things eventually do.

Blue eyes widened, she was almost startled to hear the continous bubbling of the stream when another noise jerked her back to the present. Bree was improving on her awareness, though only out of social custom, not so much caution. The scent that drifted with the delicate breeze was a familiar one. It took the healer a few moments to identify it… thinking all the while of Sen and Striker and even Aindreas who probably would have picked out a name and everything about the newcomer by now. Eventually, however, a face matched the perfume: Lady. Although Bree didn’t know the femme well, she was sure it was her.

Sure enough, a few paces downstream, the pretty light furred she-wolf had settled down with a grace that even bird-like Bree would never master. Besides her pristine air, the girl seemed preoccupied. For a moment, the russet fae stood, unsure of whether or not she should say something, or just leave her in peace.

“Well here’s a familiar face…” the young wolf’s words were gentle and pleasant, like something woven out of all melodious sounds. “It’s Lady isn’t it?”. With a somewhat apologetic smile, Bree cocked her pretty head to the side - “Must be the first time I’ve seen you without your sister… I’m Bree, in case you didn’t know. Seems we both had to get some space”.

She-Wolf | Teen | No Love | Moondown Shadows | Soare