Soliel liked the den. It was where Mother and brother and sister were. But Soliel also liked outside. Outside was bright and exciting. He’d learned, last time, outside he could meet wolves like Briar who had lots of words for him and sometimes that was lots more fun than Nemean and Valerie.
He was really getting the hang of walking, now, and he swore he barely stumbled anymore! His eyes, on the other hand, still left things blurry and sometimes he had to press his face really close to things to get a good look at them, but he didn’t mind it. Most times, it just meant he had to snuggle close to whatever he was looking at and he liked snuggles.
Wiggling his little bum, Soliel catapulted himself from the den, giggling gleefully. “Bweeeeeeeeeeeee!” He sang in his excitement. Last time, she’d appeared when he’d called Mother, but he knew the word for her now, so maybe she would appear even faster. He even skidded to a clumsy little stop to peer ‘round at the trees, skinny little tail wagging away.
But it wasn’t Briar that caught his attention. Or something big and white at all.
There was something…dancing around over his head. Naturally, Soliel tipped his little head up and up and up until he could see it, fluttering gently, the strangest little dips and twirls in it’s movements. Soliel’s eyes widened, expression awed and amazed. “Oooooooo” Soliel murmured, absolutely enthralled.
Oct 03, 2018 05:04 PM
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