all welcome -- meant to be a naturalist thread
After the night out under the birthing stars Amelie hadn't been able to shake the strange feeling that Kisu's nose had left impregnated in her skin. She had felt continuous chills and tickles that made her wondered if she had been bitten by some kind of lovebug.
Despite the weirdness that had followed that particular sunrise, Amelie tried her best to appear unafected by the unplanned encounter with the male. She didn't want to speak of it with the hopes that perhaps if she didn't say it out loud it wouldn't have a chance to be true. Maybe she had imagined it all.
No.
The burning touch of the male's leathery nostrils couldn't have been product of her imagination.
Buring every piece of the night's memories and shoving the image of the man out the windows of her mind she set off for the day. Deciding that this time she'd explore the mountains. She had seen the wonders of the skies and the treasures beneath the ground but she had not yet expirienced what being up high was like. The highest point she'd ever been at was the Sheepeater's Cliff.
Amelie trekked up the slopes of the mountain following her compass heart and the self-made map she had constructed on every journey she ever took.
