The disappearance of Dublin had been jarring to the dust brushed youth, yet, she had only made one off-handed attempt to look for him. By nature, Szabala was a creature that avoided responsibility like the plague, and she found that she could not bear such pressure. Instead, she had kept her earth-saddled sibling in the back of her mind, thinking of him as she thought of their father. Perhaps, she had concluded, that they were together and happy-- away from the evergreens that homed such sad memories for the O'Malley and Frostfur families.
She was amidst the vegetation of the forest floor that particular afternoon, grooming her pale fur clean of the dirt that gathered around her hindquarters. It was once that she was mid-lick that the scent of her brother rolled in with the gentle Spring wind and the smell caused her to lift from her twisted position so that she could face the direction in which the wind blew. As if not believing her nose, Szabala sampled the air again, only to find the very fresh scent of her missing brother.
She collected herself quickly and abandoned her comfort in her sun-dappled spot as she started off towards him. Her pace was comfortable, as she did not want to go through the hassle of cleaning herself again. Soon enough, the Theta of the woods came across the sleeping form of her brother. Picking up the pace, the girl rushed to his side and jabbed him with her nose once she was alongside him.
"Dublin!" her tone was as light as a feather dancing in the wayward breeze. "Ye made et back!" This was proclaimed between nudges, a smile spreading on her dark lips as she attempted to wake him.
She was amidst the vegetation of the forest floor that particular afternoon, grooming her pale fur clean of the dirt that gathered around her hindquarters. It was once that she was mid-lick that the scent of her brother rolled in with the gentle Spring wind and the smell caused her to lift from her twisted position so that she could face the direction in which the wind blew. As if not believing her nose, Szabala sampled the air again, only to find the very fresh scent of her missing brother.
She collected herself quickly and abandoned her comfort in her sun-dappled spot as she started off towards him. Her pace was comfortable, as she did not want to go through the hassle of cleaning herself again. Soon enough, the Theta of the woods came across the sleeping form of her brother. Picking up the pace, the girl rushed to his side and jabbed him with her nose once she was alongside him.
"Dublin!" her tone was as light as a feather dancing in the wayward breeze. "Ye made et back!" This was proclaimed between nudges, a smile spreading on her dark lips as she attempted to wake him.
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in the hysterical realm - by Dublin - March 06, 2017, 09:34 PM
RE: in the hysterical realm - by Szabala - March 08, 2017, 02:49 PM