12-06-2018, 02:31 PM
―――― He woke her up. It was the first sentiment of annoyance that Fairylights could conjure up to hear the howling of one lone August nearby somewhere in the territory. She knew it was not a wolf, for it was too high pitched, but it still took her a few sleepy moments to register it as her friend instead. Rubbing at her eyes with a bleary paw, she pushed herself up to her feet, made her way out of her little house, and into the colder night air with a shiver. What did he think he was doing, howling at this hour? Did he want to attract actual beasts? Fairylights.. admittedly doubted some that he actually could, but still! He might! And that was bad enough! It took her some while longer of trudging through the still-slightly muddy territory, blindly following after Augusts' scent and his howling before she found him somewhere near the forests. For a moment, she paused, her brows metaphorically raising as she watched him, head thrown back, howling to the heavens as if it was calling his very spirit itself. Why did he feel the need to howl? It was not.. sorrow within the note that raised his voice up to the sky, but there was something familiar about it, something that, now that she was closer, sent a pang running down her heart.
Fairylights would feel guilty if she spoke up and interrupted his howling, but it did not stop the older girl from moving forward and sitting slowly near to August's side, her head gently turning to watch him for a moment before a slow, soft smile tugged up at her lips. She doubted she would be able to howl anything near to how he was, yet there was something inspiring in his longing howls. Only should August pause, she told herself, would she speak up and ask the lingering questions upon her mind, eventually drawing in a soft breath as she whispered, as if not wanting to break the sound that filled the air in the slightest. "What are you hoping for?"
Fairylights would feel guilty if she spoke up and interrupted his howling, but it did not stop the older girl from moving forward and sitting slowly near to August's side, her head gently turning to watch him for a moment before a slow, soft smile tugged up at her lips. She doubted she would be able to howl anything near to how he was, yet there was something inspiring in his longing howls. Only should August pause, she told herself, would she speak up and ask the lingering questions upon her mind, eventually drawing in a soft breath as she whispered, as if not wanting to break the sound that filled the air in the slightest. "What are you hoping for?"
[glow=white,2,300]I may be quiet [/glow]