08-01-2018, 01:29 AM
BEATRICE
Though Beatrice couldn't find it in her weary form to share in the laughter, she did offer the canine a smile. Vandal would probably make a quick friend, and while she should have been thrilled at that, it also worried her. She wanted to be close to others. She wanted to have friends or even a sort of family, but the thought of putting others at risk was panic-inducing, especially after what had happened with Lilyspoise. "I'd hope so, Vandal. And yes, I think I remember everything." This place, like its members, was difficult to erase from her mind. "Thanks for the offer, Vandal." Another smile. Maybe this would be okay.
Chocolate-hued eyes watched Vandal take off, and something akin to envy burned in her chest. Beatrice had had wings once. She had been a bluebird for a long, long time. And even after returning to the human world, a part of her felt like she had never lost them. Despite that, now that she was again an animal, it was as if her wings had been clipped by Adelaide herself - no scissors needed. She was flightless. She was grounded.
Goldenluxary drew forward next, and Beatrice's eyes widened just a hair. "Well, someone grew up while I was away," the red heeler barked as another smile painted her maw. This was Pincher's daughter, and she had been but a tumbling baby when Bea was first in the Typhoon. "Thank you. I like your name too. It suits you."
The question the younger animal asked caused Beatrice to bite her lip. How had she been? 'Not well.' "I've been up and down actually, if that makes sense. But I'm happy to be back. I think this is where I've been needing to be, but I had to get my head on straight first," she explained with a half-hearted chuckle. The eagle that Goldie had caused the canine's head to tilt ever so slightly to the left; it had stolen her attention. A cacophony of music sounded from the distance - her bluebirds. It seemed they were catching up. An amused smirk brightened her ginger features. "I like your eagle."
Chocolate-hued eyes watched Vandal take off, and something akin to envy burned in her chest. Beatrice had had wings once. She had been a bluebird for a long, long time. And even after returning to the human world, a part of her felt like she had never lost them. Despite that, now that she was again an animal, it was as if her wings had been clipped by Adelaide herself - no scissors needed. She was flightless. She was grounded.
Goldenluxary drew forward next, and Beatrice's eyes widened just a hair. "Well, someone grew up while I was away," the red heeler barked as another smile painted her maw. This was Pincher's daughter, and she had been but a tumbling baby when Bea was first in the Typhoon. "Thank you. I like your name too. It suits you."
The question the younger animal asked caused Beatrice to bite her lip. How had she been? 'Not well.' "I've been up and down actually, if that makes sense. But I'm happy to be back. I think this is where I've been needing to be, but I had to get my head on straight first," she explained with a half-hearted chuckle. The eagle that Goldie had caused the canine's head to tilt ever so slightly to the left; it had stolen her attention. A cacophony of music sounded from the distance - her bluebirds. It seemed they were catching up. An amused smirk brightened her ginger features. "I like your eagle."
© MADI
[glow=black,10,100]YOUR EYES ARE A THOUSAND TIMES DEEPER THAN THE SKY[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]AND I AM A TINY STAR, FALLING FOR ALL TIME
beatrice | grounded | sage | the typhoon