move on through

It took several days for Chrysanthemum to get around to testing the boundaries of her sick bed. Content to be cared for by the ever tender Nerian, it was in no time at all that the puppy began impatiently awaiting their subsequent meeting. It wasn't terribly often that other chores called the nurse away, but when they did Chrys would follow her into their foyer and watch her go with a bothered look upon her face. Never, was she tempted to fall in line behind the woman, but she did wonder endlessly in her wake.

Licking the long bone of her latest treat, Chrysanthemum rested with her upper body outside and the remainder of herself inside of the den. The sun signaled high noon, but the temperature had been slow to rise and furthermore the general ambiance was one of placidity. It was an unspectacular day to say the least, but as her new toy was cast aside a peculiar feeling came over the puppy. Tilting her head as she imagined deep into the distance, it was with a hungry flick of the tongue that Chrysanthemum suddenly rose to her feet. The curiosity of her youth had finally found her again...

Woofing once as her tail churned, Chrys damned the temptations that attempted to lure her. It was safe here, and all things considered she wanted to remain that way. Dancing around the space that made up her front yard, the puppy sniffed and bothered at its ornaments. Perhaps if she could hold out only a little while longer Nerian would return and provide her proper escort through the unknown terrain.