swifter than the moon's sphere;

Witchhazel · March 25, 2018, 06:39 PM

she stops still when her paw skids out to the right alarming far, heart beating a wild rhythm in her chest. the slightest breeze pushes through close-cropped cream fur, and yet the young sylph can hardly focus on what message it brings; of hope, new life and renewal. surely she ought to call for togo again; and yet alone after so long, fear makes her timid. she flinches when the voice calls, and she realizes then the heavy tension lays over her. clouded and faded bicoloured gaze twists back, roaming over rock and yet noticing nothing unusual. there, perhaps - a flicker of movement, and that is where her gaze lingers when the voice begins again.

optics affixed solidly to a mound of ice and stone, her roving ears catch that something if off, and yet she does not correct her gaze. her reply does not come immediately, and when it does, it is soft and wavering. "I am lost." for a moment, she wonders perhaps if this is some evil spirit, come to trick her the same why something has clearly tricked and stolen away her friend. but there is some quality of sincerity and youthfulness in the voice that the girl that she can not believe a spirit is capable of recognizing, and her next request comes a little more boldly.

"could you tell me how to leave this place? this - rock, and ice." the words are somewhat awkward, for she has gotten used to the constant presence of togo by her side, the one who surely must know her more thoroughly than anyone. she does not need to use breath and words to communicate with the woman, whose every touch and song have meaning and direction. too long has she been alone with little else than her devoted companion, and here she finds herself in this loud and crowded place; one that carries the same half-familiarity than a dream dreamed twice.