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 Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 1:16 pm
Girafarig decided to go out for lunch. It was almost springtime and she wanted to try the new, delicious plants that were out now. She had a good sense of direction, so she wasn't worried about getting lost, even though she was going far away from her home in the Catalia Glades.
While she was walking, she ran into her older brother, Livewire, who was good natured and ready to strike up a conversation, as usual. "Good afternoon, Giraf! What're you up to?"
"Not much. I'm just going to have some lunch. I saw some rosehips yesterday I wanted to try."
"Really? Where was that?"
"I don't know. I don't even know if the place has a name. I just know it's west of here."
"Okay! I hope you enjoy yourself!"
"Thanks! I'll try."
After that, Girafarig began heading west again, until she got to her destination. It was a small field of rosebushes, berry trees, wildflowers, grass, and weeds. She ate all of the rosehips she could find. They were small, but very flavorful. They were so tart, they made her pucker. She only ate one berry, because while she could see it was green, she thought that it was supposed to be that color, so she ate it and found it to be hard and bitter. She spit it out and said, "Ew! That's not ripe at all." She had her fill of grass too. It was dry, but sweet.
Then, it began to snow. When it did, she craned her neck up to the heavens. This was her first winter, so she wasn't sure what to expect, but she thought it looked beautiful. They were like tiny jewels falling from the heavens - they even sparkled when the sunlight hit them.
Before she knew it, she was up to her knees in the stuff. She didn't like it. It was cold and wet. She was comfortable when it was at least 70 degrees. The hotter, the better. She'd be at home in a desert.
She decided it was high time to head back home. She began walking, but her legs sank into the snow, which made the way back far more difficult. She wasn't even half way there when all of the fur came off her knees and the skin had been rubbed raw. Fortunately, the cold numbed it, so it wasn't painful.
Finally, she came to a snow free patch of green, grassy land under a tree. She was feeling exhausted, so she decided to take a break here. She sat down and sighed in relief.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 1:15 am
Agadez didn't particularly enjoy mornings unless they were cloudy like in present. It wasn't as if he despised the sun and all it represented but it made him uncomfortable to have to walk anywhere under the warmth and the sun would often get so bright he had to close his eyes to avoid the scorching rays. So cloudy, rainy or days that snowfall was imminent was his favourite ones.
Despite the beautiful day he spent most of his quiet morning resting close to a small pond, north of the majestic oak tree that he called his home. Thankfully he managed to also stay away from people. Even though he didn't mind other gladiers either, he treated them a little like the sun. They weren't unwelcome, but they were tiresome to deal with all the same; not to mention most of them were miserable in their little existences, poor souls trapped for a lifetime in a mortal body, condemned to live out their time unhappy but at the same time too weak-hearted to end their everyday torture. It hurt so much to see them struggle. Agadez always felt bad about them afterwards.
He was awakened from his nap by the water a few minutes before it started to snow, the dry, crisp air heralding the beautiful wonder that visited from the sky. He could have stood there, waiting for the snow to come down, but he knew better that it would be more enjoyable if he managed to make it back home to witness it from the safety of his haven instead.
Of course he didn't have the time required and so the snow quickly caught up to him and before he knew it, he had almost disappeared among it; his fur the exact same color as the fresh-fallen snow. Thankfully his home wasn't that far, and his fur would eventually dry, no need to worry for trivial things.
Trivial things? No. For it appeared he had a visitor, an odd-looking, drenched circinus that appeared to have a head at the end of its tail. He sighed a little, half-hearted. After so long of effectively avoiding other gladiers, it had to come and rest under his own tree of all places. There was nothing he could do about it, regardless. Emerging out of the snow, but not so much as to step into the clean area -unwilling to come to close to the gladier without being aware of its intentions- he placed a small smile on his features before calmly pointing out "It is rather cold out here, isn't it? Would you rather join me inside?" he motioned at one of the tree's lower branches that gave access to a moderately sized hollow within the tree's comforting embrace. It was a straightforward, almost blunt thing to do, but his choices were limited. It was either chase the creature off, or invite it inside.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 11:19 am
Girafarig thought, I'm going crazy. She saw something come towards her amongst the snowdrifts. Snow doesn't just move by itself. Inanimate objects don't move by themselves. There must be a reasonable explanation for this. Either that or I really am going crazy.
Then again, she did seem to be the excitable sort. After all, when she had wandered off from her siblings before, she was sure Carson was part of the forest. He had blended right in. Something similar was probably happening, right now.
Unfortunately, none of those thoughts had put her at ease. She had become anxious. She felt short of breath, so she began breathing through her mouth. Her breath was visible and the air was cold, so it hurt her throat.
When she saw it was just another gladier, the anxiety dissipated and she sighed once again. "Phew..." I'm not crazy. I knew it.
And he was nice too.
She accepted his offer. "Yes. Of course. Thanks!"
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