Cassiopeia's View alianaigijara

aw! desperate to get this girl friends ('n more!)

with the breeze as her guide, the siqniq woman blazed her paths through lands unfamiliar. with a gentle, fluid gait she moves. meeting the earth and all it's abundance with warm smiles and inquisitive gazes. there was so much to see with what felt like such little time! her roots had been planted within moonglow's soil, but the ache to explore was a song Sinnatomak could not resist for long. the mountains tower and stand, their glory and age mystifying as she climbs. higher and higher, fur dancing like waves as the wind grew restless. pushing her forward, as if they were eager for her to witness the view above.

she is breathless as she crests the final step. standing atop the high shelf, exhaling a soothing hum as the breeze embraces her. her moon rest for now, but perhaps she would stay atop this crest to greet it with her song in the evening. the view is unlike anything she'd ever seen; vast and overlooking rolling hills, blooming forests, and then the ocean. oh, it called to her. an ache as old as time, as it was on distant shores she was welcomed into this world. she yearns to breathe in that salty ocean air; to reminisce about her natal island.

but for now, she rests near the edge of the bluff, letting her eyes rest. one day she will dance upon sand again. and it is with that wishful thinking she allows her mind to slip away.

lonely thread rescue!!!

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— he toted with him a rabbit hide of various things. a bone for chewing when he got bored, though it was practically gnawed to pieces and he'd soon need to acquire a new one, some dried meats for snacking, herbs for if he got into any scuffles—
safe to say ridgeback was prepared for pretty much any scenario he stumbled upon. now he drifted. these new lands were vast and green, full of rolling hills, plateaus, plains, and various gorgeous water sources. winter left and spring came with its magical bounty, and with it, he felt the blues that often came with the colder months begin to fade.
he was thawing. and he felt alive.
humming a song to himself as he goes, uncaring of who might hear his... interesting cadence. it wasn't terrible! but it wasn't good. paws scrabbling over rocky terrain and his golden eyes seeking the sights that lay below as he skirted slowly, slowly, up the heights.

The moment was pure, unbothered bliss. A kindredness to the earth as she swears her heart beat syncs with its ancient one. A pulse that is heavy and sacred—one that serves to remind her of her roots, her faith. There were songs everywhere, should one listen close enough—the hymn of tree's leaves and limbs swaying in wind, the waves of tall grass, the shuffle of flowers...

Sinnatomak felt renewed. As if the winds that led her here had breathed back life into her lungs. To say she was happy felt like an understatement—and perhaps she wouldn't try to name the feeling that swells her heart. It is one left unsaid, but felt deeply. 

And then, there is a new song. One...dreadfully out of tune. It rouses the woman from her rest, compelling her to lean forward so she may peek over the edge of the cliff side she perched upon. The lush fur of her cheeks cascading downward with gravity, curious eyes watching a man make his way up the crags. 

For a moment, she simply watches. Listens to that odd tune that is his to sing. It makes her smile—and then it makes her laugh. "Is that song yours?" She calls down to him. "I don't think I've ever heard one so...interesting." A gentle tease. Friendly, inviting.

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— he is—
startled! his bones nearly jump from his furs, bright candle eyes glimpsing around; left, right, left, right. he sees no one, and has no clue where the voice had come from, until he looks... up. inhaling a sharp breath and squinting against the brightness of the sun.
when his eyes adjust, he lays eyes upon a beautiful woman. simply breath-taking. the man feels his fur bristle in alarm, his skin heating up with a violent, gut-wrenching embarrassment. he swallows and forces himself to reel back inwards; clearing his throat, and if he had a hand he would have brushed his hair back with a smooth palm.
my lady, ridgeback exhales dramatically, sweeping into a bow. i did not expect— he pauses, eyes briefly flickering with thought before he continues, the company of a maiden today. he rises from the bow in what is seconds and gives her a flashy smile, swaggering to his right and making for the path that leads to the bluff she poses herself upon. if i knew i would be regaling you with song, i would have warmed up.

My lady. My lady, he's called her! The woman's smile grows wider, cheeks dimpled with her delight. It seems the winds had brought her not only a gentleman, but a handsome one at that! The light within soft eyes of ember is playful and is there to stay. The bow is met with a respectful dip of her chin, before she's dissolved into more laughter. 

"Apologies! I didn't mean to startle you," she hummed. Shifting her weight, the skin beneath her fur warm with charm. And he was exactly that—charming! The sway in his step, the way he recovers...he is a wild thing, surely. 

Up he climbs. She rouses from where she lay upon the ground to stand, fur speckled with dirt and blades of grass. An earthly embrace she typically would love to wear, but for a man as handsome? She shakes out her autumnal coat, her tail swaying with delight. She shouldn't look so...unruly with company. 

He stands tall upon the cliffside, backlit by the sun. A sight for sore eyes. Sinna greets him with a smile, and then a step closer, as personal space had hardly ever been boundary she recognized unless enforced. "I found it charming!" She mused with a smile. "And I promise to not laugh if you wish to serenade me again." A tease, followed by a girlish giggle. 

He'd have a fine singing voice if he practiced! And she was more than willing to lend a listening ear.

"It's not often the wind brings me lively company. Tell me your name?"

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— ridgeback’s brows flick upward at her response, not expecting the bold step forward nor the soft-voiced praise that follows. for a beat, he falters—flashing that crooked, boyish smile that tries not to look too damn pleased with himself. tries and fails.
looking down at her past his red-twinged snout and settling a charming smile on her. my, you've got a pretty laugh. it wouldn't bother me too much. a little too honest. and maybe a little too fast.
but who cared?
name’s ridgeback, he says with a grin, gesturing vaguely down the length of his spine. red stripe give it away? but he remembers his manners shortly thereafter and gives her another dip of her head, looking to settle down upon the same bluff she'd been upon.
his legs were tired!
and you, serenade critic? what should i call you when i inevitably butcher my next song in your honor?