12-16-2020, 05:31 PM
BURN
BRIGHT
BRIGHT
Ninazu returned Sojourn’s nuzzle greeting with a grin and flick of her tail against her daughter’s shoulder. She couldn’t see the neck wound—due to being shorter than all of her children—but she noted the absence of an infected smell. Though the guru took immense pride in her children’s wartime accomplishments (especially Sojourn’s), it wouldn’t stop her from worrying about their every little wound turning gangrene.
Nodding and stepping back, Ninazu looked up to watch the water crystalize into sparkling chains. “Lovely. It’s just what the tree needed, and so very you.”
She watched their formation until Brutei’s words grasped her attention. Ninazu nodded to him and stepped towards the shorthair. Her head titled, and she gently took the bandanna from him. “It’s from you, isn’t it? Doesn’t matter how extravagant. I’d rather have a chaotic collection representing every wanderer than pure aestheticism.” She offered him a smile right until she tossed the bandana up and watched it land on an evergreen frond.
When Timber stepped over, she attempted to brush her tail over his shoulder in greeting. “Now that you’ve brought the paint? Yeah. Like old times.”
Nodding and stepping back, Ninazu looked up to watch the water crystalize into sparkling chains. “Lovely. It’s just what the tree needed, and so very you.”
She watched their formation until Brutei’s words grasped her attention. Ninazu nodded to him and stepped towards the shorthair. Her head titled, and she gently took the bandanna from him. “It’s from you, isn’t it? Doesn’t matter how extravagant. I’d rather have a chaotic collection representing every wanderer than pure aestheticism.” She offered him a smile right until she tossed the bandana up and watched it land on an evergreen frond.
When Timber stepped over, she attempted to brush her tail over his shoulder in greeting. “Now that you’ve brought the paint? Yeah. Like old times.”
© MADI