Poor Andrealphus! Don't worry about matching length. <3
As much as Moy loved her siblings, her plans were greater than joining together under a canopy that once gave their parents shade. She needed distance to think, room to roam, and her paws took her to a flowering prairie southeast of their meeting place. She had missed the scent of her sisters on her fur, but it was only one part of what made Moy smell like Moy; she needed the pleasant aroma of pollen, too.
Moy stretched and flopped down in the prairie grass. She must have interrupted the path of a bumblebee, the tiny creature bumping off her shoulder with a startled buzz before flying off in search of more flowers. The summer blooms would decay and drop off from their stalks, but for now their sweet, earthy scent tickled Moy’s nose.
She craned her neck to smell the furthest flowers, and then rolled over top of them so she could take their fragrance with her. The world spun around her for a hare’s breath — blue sky, green grass, and rainbow wildflowers blurring together — before she settled again. Petals and crumpled leaves stuck to her fur.
Moy laughed lightly and rested her head on her paws. It was nice to relax in the warm sun on an easy, breezy day, even if she was a little dizzy.
A nearby sneeze drew her attention east, and she peered over the grass to see who it was. His coat was painted in pale browns and grays, and save the watering of his honey-colored eyes, he was pleasant to look at. Every wolf was a stranger here, save for her siblings; at least this was a handsome one.
Moy chuffed playfully at him, disappearing back beneath the prairie grass as soon as she thought he spotted her.
As much as Moy loved her siblings, her plans were greater than joining together under a canopy that once gave their parents shade. She needed distance to think, room to roam, and her paws took her to a flowering prairie southeast of their meeting place. She had missed the scent of her sisters on her fur, but it was only one part of what made Moy smell like Moy; she needed the pleasant aroma of pollen, too.
Moy stretched and flopped down in the prairie grass. She must have interrupted the path of a bumblebee, the tiny creature bumping off her shoulder with a startled buzz before flying off in search of more flowers. The summer blooms would decay and drop off from their stalks, but for now their sweet, earthy scent tickled Moy’s nose.
She craned her neck to smell the furthest flowers, and then rolled over top of them so she could take their fragrance with her. The world spun around her for a hare’s breath — blue sky, green grass, and rainbow wildflowers blurring together — before she settled again. Petals and crumpled leaves stuck to her fur.
Moy laughed lightly and rested her head on her paws. It was nice to relax in the warm sun on an easy, breezy day, even if she was a little dizzy.
A nearby sneeze drew her attention east, and she peered over the grass to see who it was. His coat was painted in pale browns and grays, and save the watering of his honey-colored eyes, he was pleasant to look at. Every wolf was a stranger here, save for her siblings; at least this was a handsome one.
Moy chuffed playfully at him, disappearing back beneath the prairie grass as soon as she thought he spotted her.
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twinkle toes - by Andrealphus - July 17, 2023, 09:36 AM
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