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It was not usually my schtik to go for a swim, but here I am, ears to the side, mouth pulled back humorously, and up to my chin in water. Chilled though it was, I was determined to finally set foot on that little island.
I had had my eye on it for what seemed like eons. Time and time again, I convinced myself it was too cold and too childish a thing to only want to go there because I had walked nearly every other free and wild inch there was to be had in Moladion. Being so young when I had began my life as a Walker had left me much time to do all manner of sight seeing elsewhere. Why did one little lake island matter to me? Who the hell knew what I was thinking anymore.
Talking to strangers, making friends, it was all so mediocre sounding when I thought about it in the stillness like now - but this island, little obstinate thing in the lake, could not be shaken from my attentions. I felt silly, even, thinking of how many times it came into eyeshot and how many times until it was gone I had fixed my gaze as I moved. Nearly broke my neck a few times, trying to keep it in my sights.
Islands in general were pretty fascinating to me. Little copses of trees in a great meadow i the center of a wood. Large rocks jutting out of ocean or lake or river. They made be feel big, I suppose a mind-healer would claim… only I knew better than to think my size was such a terribly big part of it. No puns intended.
At last, legs pumping a few more times, I arrive and with a mighty shake of the loose droplets that fly from me and darken the sand and pebbles beneath my paws. Victory sounds good and thick like honey from my throat.
the little lass of nowhere
female | 4 years | 23 inches | 63 pounds | no mate | no imprint
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