Amelia’s paws were no longer as clumsy as they had been once, but the princess was ever unbalanced with her mind. Time had long past, and now there was supposed to be something done about it. Someone was supposed to step up, to make things happen. But she didn’t know who was supposed to do that - who could, even, begin to fix things.
She had started thinking about things. Maybe she could start helping out a little more. Make it easier on Igbo, carrying the weight of a thousand puppies. While she strutted about, she couldn’t shake the burn that was still hissing through her very soul. Always telling her that she had failed.
Now, as she moved away from the lake, she had to know that there was always a risk of running into strangers. While she should have been concerned, she was also following her nose. Looking to find, for what was the worth, plants. Things that she could tenderly harvest and take back to the wolf who needed assistance. Even if she didn’t know what they were for.
They wouldn’t fix a broken heart.
But they might fix something else.
Clover wasn’t lucky, she mused, stepping on the leaf. Surely there were things out there on the ground that could hurt her - but she wouldn’t eat anything. She’d just… collect. She’d be a collector.
Mar 15, 2018 10:27 AM
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