Lately, the nights were notably long, and dark. Even the moon was only a sliver. It was colder than before, too, making winter utterly unmistakable.
Naturally, with everything going on to concern himself with, Antares had spent a lot of his recent time on the move--usually ranging either at the Glen's edges, or beyond it into the Wilderness. It all kept him busy, which he was fine with. If anything, it was the winding down aspects of his days that he was having more issue getting into the groove of, not all the hours he could spend busied. Worsening, recently, to the point of him noticing an extra fatigue when his rest just felt so terribly fleeting.
But today, he cruised through it. The night was roamed away, well into the morning hours. By then, he had returned to the Glen, and as afternoon warmed the day (as much as December skies were going to, anyway), he worked his way towards their heart--first, across the Ostrega Foothills at an easy meander, enjoying the sun on his shoulders.
It was a little unusual for him to be out in the open at the height of the day, let alone not trying to get into anything, or otherwise occupied. He was determined to keep it easy, though, but when he found a big slab of rock he liked, he made it a seat for himself after a leap and some sniffs. Of course, given the vast views at his disposal, that swiftly turned it to a lookout point as he sighed, and skimmed the area before he could try to settle in and forcibly still his paws.
Quiet, peaceful. A trio of birds winged off in the distance. There were hardly any clouds. But his mind whirred, anxious, in all directions as it manifested in prickles down his neck still; why? What was he waiting for?
Naturally, with everything going on to concern himself with, Antares had spent a lot of his recent time on the move--usually ranging either at the Glen's edges, or beyond it into the Wilderness. It all kept him busy, which he was fine with. If anything, it was the winding down aspects of his days that he was having more issue getting into the groove of, not all the hours he could spend busied. Worsening, recently, to the point of him noticing an extra fatigue when his rest just felt so terribly fleeting.
But today, he cruised through it. The night was roamed away, well into the morning hours. By then, he had returned to the Glen, and as afternoon warmed the day (as much as December skies were going to, anyway), he worked his way towards their heart--first, across the Ostrega Foothills at an easy meander, enjoying the sun on his shoulders.
It was a little unusual for him to be out in the open at the height of the day, let alone not trying to get into anything, or otherwise occupied. He was determined to keep it easy, though, but when he found a big slab of rock he liked, he made it a seat for himself after a leap and some sniffs. Of course, given the vast views at his disposal, that swiftly turned it to a lookout point as he sighed, and skimmed the area before he could try to settle in and forcibly still his paws.
Quiet, peaceful. A trio of birds winged off in the distance. There were hardly any clouds. But his mind whirred, anxious, in all directions as it manifested in prickles down his neck still; why? What was he waiting for?
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »
Messages In This Thread
in the gap between dreams - by Antares - December 19, 2020, 11:43 PM
RE: in the gap between dreams - by Lunaria - December 20, 2020, 01:49 PM
RE: in the gap between dreams - by Antares - December 22, 2020, 01:42 AM