[ PRP ] At Last [ Where the Sun Sleeps x Sun Sparkle ]
Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2020 6:30 pm
[imgleft]http://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/image ... ilence.gif[/imgleft]The newly-hatched sun shone bright above the thickening canopy, its gentle rays drifting down through the budding branches and fresh new leaves until settling on the grassy clearing below. The Hallow was quiet, for a moment. The gentle sound of sleep-breathing came from the fuzzy bundle by her side. Her frogs croaked quietly by the water a few fox-lengths away. The gentle humming of moth wings and the quiet huffing of her small rabbit friend were soft in her ears and warm in her heart.
Winter had been strange, she reflected. It had begun cold and lonely until she had left the Hallow in which she had grown, desperate for a connection to someone. Anyone. She had found the Winter Market and hesitated. She had never been a very social kin. But her loneliness had won out, and thank the Motherfather it had. She walked away from that week with a new moth friend, a sweet bunny who loved snuggles, a mouse she could never find, and a half-eaten bunch of eggs that would one day be her small amphibious pals. She was happy, for the first time in a long while, she wasn't alone.
Then, something amazing had happened. In a rivlet of icy water, Set had stumbled upon and egg. Brook's egg. The pink doe opened her eyes slowly and blinked down at the tiny sleeping foal pressed against her side. Her heart fluttered with happiness and stung with worry. She had no idea how to be a mother, let alone a mother to an Acha. She thought of her sister, Mist Rest, and her odd, mischievous ways. But Little Brook was so tiny. Such a fragile thing, she had been so cold when she hatched... A small cough shook the child's body and Set felt her veins turn to ice. She had been sickly ever since, and Set worried that the child would not survive the moon. She blinked back tears and nuzzled the child closer.
If only her mother were here, Rain would know what to do...
@Lirilei
Winter had been strange, she reflected. It had begun cold and lonely until she had left the Hallow in which she had grown, desperate for a connection to someone. Anyone. She had found the Winter Market and hesitated. She had never been a very social kin. But her loneliness had won out, and thank the Motherfather it had. She walked away from that week with a new moth friend, a sweet bunny who loved snuggles, a mouse she could never find, and a half-eaten bunch of eggs that would one day be her small amphibious pals. She was happy, for the first time in a long while, she wasn't alone.
Then, something amazing had happened. In a rivlet of icy water, Set had stumbled upon and egg. Brook's egg. The pink doe opened her eyes slowly and blinked down at the tiny sleeping foal pressed against her side. Her heart fluttered with happiness and stung with worry. She had no idea how to be a mother, let alone a mother to an Acha. She thought of her sister, Mist Rest, and her odd, mischievous ways. But Little Brook was so tiny. Such a fragile thing, she had been so cold when she hatched... A small cough shook the child's body and Set felt her veins turn to ice. She had been sickly ever since, and Set worried that the child would not survive the moon. She blinked back tears and nuzzled the child closer.
If only her mother were here, Rain would know what to do...
@Lirilei