Post by Mist on Jan 1, 2008 17:48:23 GMT -5
((OOC: This is Farrah's return thread - anyone is welcome to post, but please, DO post! But let Farrah be first...))
The forests of Deor have turned white. The pure snow has blanketed the land, and many animals have gone to sleep in their dens, leaving the area much quieter than in the warmer months, well, usually quieter. With Mist and Chayton's pups growing in size, strength, and energy, there are occasional times of rowdy play that break the quiet stillness. Perhaps it is because of the abscence of loud play that makes Mist think these thoughts as she looks out of her home, marveling at the beauty of the Deorian lands. There are many that grow too familiar with beauty and forget to pause and look around them, but the silvery beta is not one of these. She has always appreciated the beauty of her home, and tries to teach her children the same.
There certainly is something to the old wisdom of counting one's blessings. Smiling softly from her vantage point Mist begins to do this, including her home, family, friends, health, senses, and others. She sighs wistfully as she goes through the list of lost friends and family. Her adoptive mother and father and brothers, and brief thoughts of her real family and pack. Memories flood back to her as she goes on to think of lost friends, Farrah for some reason the most prominent in her mind. Smiling again as the thought comes to her that this is just like Farrah. If she is there, you cannout help but notice and pay attention to her. The playful fae is not one to sit in the background unnoticed. Sending a quick prayer up to Tor that her friend is alright Mist wonders why today of all days thoughts of her friend are foremost in her mind.
Shrugging as she comes up with no good answer Mist decides to walk while she can, while the snow is not too deep to venture out far. The pups are fine, they are with their older sister, Calli. Knowing that she
is completely competent Mist has no worries. Striking out through the snow Mist heads toward the border, but wanders somewhat, having no real reason to head there, just a vague feeling... something nudging her. Taking a deep breath of the crisp, clean air the shadowy grey beta smiles as she fills her lungs with the chill air. It is days like this that she must include in her list of blessings, days like this that make her truly appreciate life. As she scans the hills around her she marvels how few other tracks there are. Of course there are the occasional bird and small vermin tracks, but very few other varg tracks. Though, with fewer trees on this edge of the packlands, it makes sense that there is less lera. Suddenly a gust of chill wind comes to her from the border, bringing a familiar but long missed scent. Shaking her head Mist doubts herself, thinking that it must be impossible. Farrah cann't possibly be back... but, it is her scent. Could it be?
The forests of Deor have turned white. The pure snow has blanketed the land, and many animals have gone to sleep in their dens, leaving the area much quieter than in the warmer months, well, usually quieter. With Mist and Chayton's pups growing in size, strength, and energy, there are occasional times of rowdy play that break the quiet stillness. Perhaps it is because of the abscence of loud play that makes Mist think these thoughts as she looks out of her home, marveling at the beauty of the Deorian lands. There are many that grow too familiar with beauty and forget to pause and look around them, but the silvery beta is not one of these. She has always appreciated the beauty of her home, and tries to teach her children the same.
There certainly is something to the old wisdom of counting one's blessings. Smiling softly from her vantage point Mist begins to do this, including her home, family, friends, health, senses, and others. She sighs wistfully as she goes through the list of lost friends and family. Her adoptive mother and father and brothers, and brief thoughts of her real family and pack. Memories flood back to her as she goes on to think of lost friends, Farrah for some reason the most prominent in her mind. Smiling again as the thought comes to her that this is just like Farrah. If she is there, you cannout help but notice and pay attention to her. The playful fae is not one to sit in the background unnoticed. Sending a quick prayer up to Tor that her friend is alright Mist wonders why today of all days thoughts of her friend are foremost in her mind.
Shrugging as she comes up with no good answer Mist decides to walk while she can, while the snow is not too deep to venture out far. The pups are fine, they are with their older sister, Calli. Knowing that she
is completely competent Mist has no worries. Striking out through the snow Mist heads toward the border, but wanders somewhat, having no real reason to head there, just a vague feeling... something nudging her. Taking a deep breath of the crisp, clean air the shadowy grey beta smiles as she fills her lungs with the chill air. It is days like this that she must include in her list of blessings, days like this that make her truly appreciate life. As she scans the hills around her she marvels how few other tracks there are. Of course there are the occasional bird and small vermin tracks, but very few other varg tracks. Though, with fewer trees on this edge of the packlands, it makes sense that there is less lera. Suddenly a gust of chill wind comes to her from the border, bringing a familiar but long missed scent. Shaking her head Mist doubts herself, thinking that it must be impossible. Farrah cann't possibly be back... but, it is her scent. Could it be?
