Mother Goose is just a fairy-tale (Loire) Posted on June 6, 2020 at 05:28:19 PM by Goose
Yes, there was plenty of compassion for his home. It was his, but that isn't why he's so compassionate. It was a nice place. Chilly at times but he'd become accustomed to that. This is why their coats are thick and their feathering heavy. They were weathered to take the cold throughout it all. They were light drafts and could endure things.
No, he loved his home for it's beauty. The crystalline water and how the mist and fog could float above the water. It was gorgeous if you spent the time to get to know the land. Mother Nature was a glorious thing. She was not a particular being. She was everywhere in all of nature. She is in the little woodland creatures and she is in the trees. She is in the water and the fog. The mist that floated throughout the bay? She is there too and he loved it. Yes, there is much compassion for the Bay in him. Perhaps that will be the same among others some day too. It would be nice and comforting to know that a family he would have would have that same compassion. One would need to wait and see though.
Watching her calmly; he gives a soft snort. His ears flick to catch her words and a smile finds his lips then. She would join him in the Bay. "Well, you can have a family in us if this is what you desire." His heart swelled a bit then in realization that he'd done things right. He hadn't taken a chunk out of her in claim. He'd left her to her own thoughts to decide on her own. He was delighted. A soft nicker leaves his lips then as his nose touched her own. A warm breath found its way over her nose before she pulled away and they move onward; toward their home.
It is not long before they have found their way to the Bay. The swim was a bit cold but it was pleasant in realization. It refreshed your sinuses. The chill could be good for you as much as it could be unpleasant too. Right now; it wasn't too bad honestly. His rich brown eyes settle on her and he speaks again as he glanced around then. "Welcome to the Bay." He murmured in that rich; kind tone. "What do you think?" He quiets here and watches; waiting. His attention is fully on her again in these moments. Replies: