A low rumble of thunder introduced the rain that they were bound to receive, and it added to the foul mood Phoebe found herself in. Sure, maybe the forest was nice for the simple fact that she wasn't going to get entirely soaked by a brief summer squall, but it hardly made a home. Even with everyone, and she thought everyone, helping to establish their borders and add all those pockets of creature comforts, it still wasn't home.
The plateau would always be home, she decided. In time they'd all go back there because someone else would happen here because that was simply the way that life seemed to work. Good came with the bad and they went where they were happy. Eljay had done it. Towhee had done it. Niamh and Tegan and on went the list—they went where they were happy.
She kicked at a branch in her path and sent it flying, as though it could punctuate the growing frustration in all of this change. It did, at least for her, but also did not quell the sulking that seeped onto her frame as easily as the water clung to her summer coat. Skirting along a thick grove of trees she didn't know the name of, she ignored the assailing scent of some potent herb in favor to pick up the stick she had cast away. She shook it roughly as another thought crossed her mind—siblings.
Phoebe hadn't forgotten about them in the move either. That was part of the move too, wasn't it? Coming there to relieve themselves of unhappy memories and start new ones and apparently that meant more siblings. As if the lot of kids they had just picked up weren't enough to keep the pack busy, there would be more in their midst. But what about them, the ones who were already there? Granted, she was hardly a child any longer but the feeling did not escape her.
She snapped the stick in two, frustration reaching a fevered pitch.
The plateau would always be home, she decided. In time they'd all go back there because someone else would happen here because that was simply the way that life seemed to work. Good came with the bad and they went where they were happy. Eljay had done it. Towhee had done it. Niamh and Tegan and on went the list—they went where they were happy.
She kicked at a branch in her path and sent it flying, as though it could punctuate the growing frustration in all of this change. It did, at least for her, but also did not quell the sulking that seeped onto her frame as easily as the water clung to her summer coat. Skirting along a thick grove of trees she didn't know the name of, she ignored the assailing scent of some potent herb in favor to pick up the stick she had cast away. She shook it roughly as another thought crossed her mind—siblings.
Phoebe hadn't forgotten about them in the move either. That was part of the move too, wasn't it? Coming there to relieve themselves of unhappy memories and start new ones and apparently that meant more siblings. As if the lot of kids they had just picked up weren't enough to keep the pack busy, there would be more in their midst. But what about them, the ones who were already there? Granted, she was hardly a child any longer but the feeling did not escape her.
She snapped the stick in two, frustration reaching a fevered pitch.
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rien pour l'instant - by Phoebe - June 14, 2019, 01:53 PM
RE: rien pour l'instant - by Orson - June 14, 2019, 05:37 PM
RE: rien pour l'instant - by Raven - June 14, 2019, 07:31 PM
RE: rien pour l'instant - by Phoebe - June 14, 2019, 07:42 PM
RE: rien pour l'instant - by Orson - June 16, 2019, 05:39 PM
RE: rien pour l'instant - by Raven - June 27, 2019, 12:40 PM
RE: rien pour l'instant - by Phoebe - June 28, 2019, 05:41 PM
RE: rien pour l'instant - by Raven - July 20, 2019, 02:49 PM