08-12-2018, 09:20 AM
Ja'sunna hardly sleeps during the night. The lurking darkness carries many mysteries that do not exist in the light, a world of wonder hidden in each cricket song and whispered breeze, that of which she chases for as long as the moon hangs lazily in the sky. She spends the night in the mountains, prowling through both familiar and unfamiliar landscapes in search of every nook and cranny that offers itself to be discovered. She dips by the border every so often to check scent-marks and replace those that may be fading, before disappearing again into the thick brush, seeking out secrets of the night.
She likes the advantage of familiarity, of knowing where everything is, of knowing the territory that they've claimed as their own inside and out. She wants (perhaps a little too desperately) to discover all of what it may hide, until it may hide no more from her, and it's only when the sun peeks through the horizon-line that she begins the trek back towards the docks, picking her way down the stone staircase with more knowledge of the land than she'd had the night before. There are more secrets, she knows, but for the moment she is satisfied with what she's discovered.
Her vermilion gaze drifts from the steps underneath her paw to the dock, to the coast, to the water where a white figure stands in the lull of ocean waves. One second, she recognizes the familiar figure of Mama, familiar in all of its angles and plains; the next, it is replaced by something smaller, slighter, and Ja'sunna is quick to go from walk to sprint towards the beach to investigate. Seafoam tickling her thick legs, the white tigress watches the new form with clear interest and a slight glimmer of distrust, only for the latter to bleed away into nothingness when familiar features make itself known.
It's Mama, still Mama, smaller but remaining the same.
Ja'sunna wades closer, until seafoam turns into saltwater, rounding the serval until she's standing in front of her. She recognizes joy in the other's expression, and she can't help but allow one of her own to touch her lips, pulling gently. "I dare say, you do still look as pretty," comes her quiet murmur, nearly lost in the soft sounds of the ocean waves. In the privacy of the pocket of air between them, Ja'sunna is more open, more easy-going, less hidden from the world. Her head cocks to the side and it's close to being playful, the way her eyes scarlet eyes glimmer with familiarity.
Her voice is but a breath above the waves. "Is it as you wanted it to be?"
She likes the advantage of familiarity, of knowing where everything is, of knowing the territory that they've claimed as their own inside and out. She wants (perhaps a little too desperately) to discover all of what it may hide, until it may hide no more from her, and it's only when the sun peeks through the horizon-line that she begins the trek back towards the docks, picking her way down the stone staircase with more knowledge of the land than she'd had the night before. There are more secrets, she knows, but for the moment she is satisfied with what she's discovered.
Her vermilion gaze drifts from the steps underneath her paw to the dock, to the coast, to the water where a white figure stands in the lull of ocean waves. One second, she recognizes the familiar figure of Mama, familiar in all of its angles and plains; the next, it is replaced by something smaller, slighter, and Ja'sunna is quick to go from walk to sprint towards the beach to investigate. Seafoam tickling her thick legs, the white tigress watches the new form with clear interest and a slight glimmer of distrust, only for the latter to bleed away into nothingness when familiar features make itself known.
It's Mama, still Mama, smaller but remaining the same.
Ja'sunna wades closer, until seafoam turns into saltwater, rounding the serval until she's standing in front of her. She recognizes joy in the other's expression, and she can't help but allow one of her own to touch her lips, pulling gently. "I dare say, you do still look as pretty," comes her quiet murmur, nearly lost in the soft sounds of the ocean waves. In the privacy of the pocket of air between them, Ja'sunna is more open, more easy-going, less hidden from the world. Her head cocks to the side and it's close to being playful, the way her eyes scarlet eyes glimmer with familiarity.
Her voice is but a breath above the waves. "Is it as you wanted it to be?"
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