Post by Rai on May 20, 2008 19:40:56 GMT -5
The weather was unbearable; it was night, but it felt as if it were still midday. Thick heat weighed down the air, seeming to press down on the lungs. Perhaps it was just because she was not used to warm weather, or that her fur was dark, but Marionette was about to collapse. The only thing keeping her upright and pushing on were the two forms toddling on just ahead of her. “Mummy, where are we?”[/b] one of them asked her as he stopped and twisted his head back to look at her. “I’m tired…”[/b] he added after a second’s silence, yawning loud and wide in emphasis.
Her heart twisted as she looked at his cornflower blue eyes, so much like his missing father’s, really. Quickly plastering on a smile, she nuzzled his light gray fur with her snowy muzzle, motioning for them to sit and then doing so herself. “I’m not exactly sure, Valen, but don’t fret, we shall find somewhere to sleep soon,”[/b]
The silver pup, Valen, sighed heavily and leaned on the other pup—a black, red, and white pip with curious bi-colored eyes—dramatically lolling his tongue out. “But I want to be there noowww,”[/b] he whined. But really, they had been walking for so long and it was just too much to ask of a small pup.
Marionette smiled fondly at the two, sitting down. “Now, now, patience is a virtue…”[/b] she trailed off meaningfully, looking at them.
“Don’t be a sinner,” they finished, one borderline mocking and begrudging and the other solemn and agreeing. This was followed by a yelp as the black pup finally pushed his brother off, seeming to have grown irritated by his presence, or perhaps just the weight. “Vega! That hurt!”[/b] followed by, “So don’t lean on me?”[/b]
Marionette rolled her eyes at their antics, but couldn’t keep a small smile from spreading over her lips. “That’s my boys. Now, up, up, we’ve rested long enough and I think I see an old den just over the ridge. And be nice.”[/b]
Valen was up and running in a minute, but Vega took his time, sighing to himself and shaking his head while looking up at his mother, who lopsidedly grinned at him. “Maturity knows no age. It is a concept that can only become a reality when one completely relinquishes their childhood tendencies and fully embraces the ideals valued by those already matured."[/b] She recited simply, watching her older son bounce off. Vega looked at her, puzzled, but Marionette simply smirked, shrugged, and continued on. Once more Vega sighed, and sprinted to catch up with her, slowing when he was at her side.
“You’re weird.”[/b]
“Well life’s weird, so does that not make me, in fact, normal?”[/b] She challenged, glancing back with a raised brow and a devious smile.
Vega was silent once more, deciding not to even bother with the weirdness—yes, weirdness—of the female he called his mother.
Her heart twisted as she looked at his cornflower blue eyes, so much like his missing father’s, really. Quickly plastering on a smile, she nuzzled his light gray fur with her snowy muzzle, motioning for them to sit and then doing so herself. “I’m not exactly sure, Valen, but don’t fret, we shall find somewhere to sleep soon,”[/b]
The silver pup, Valen, sighed heavily and leaned on the other pup—a black, red, and white pip with curious bi-colored eyes—dramatically lolling his tongue out. “But I want to be there noowww,”[/b] he whined. But really, they had been walking for so long and it was just too much to ask of a small pup.
Marionette smiled fondly at the two, sitting down. “Now, now, patience is a virtue…”[/b] she trailed off meaningfully, looking at them.
“Don’t be a sinner,” they finished, one borderline mocking and begrudging and the other solemn and agreeing. This was followed by a yelp as the black pup finally pushed his brother off, seeming to have grown irritated by his presence, or perhaps just the weight. “Vega! That hurt!”[/b] followed by, “So don’t lean on me?”[/b]
Marionette rolled her eyes at their antics, but couldn’t keep a small smile from spreading over her lips. “That’s my boys. Now, up, up, we’ve rested long enough and I think I see an old den just over the ridge. And be nice.”[/b]
Valen was up and running in a minute, but Vega took his time, sighing to himself and shaking his head while looking up at his mother, who lopsidedly grinned at him. “Maturity knows no age. It is a concept that can only become a reality when one completely relinquishes their childhood tendencies and fully embraces the ideals valued by those already matured."[/b] She recited simply, watching her older son bounce off. Vega looked at her, puzzled, but Marionette simply smirked, shrugged, and continued on. Once more Vega sighed, and sprinted to catch up with her, slowing when he was at her side.
“You’re weird.”[/b]
“Well life’s weird, so does that not make me, in fact, normal?”[/b] She challenged, glancing back with a raised brow and a devious smile.
Vega was silent once more, deciding not to even bother with the weirdness—yes, weirdness—of the female he called his mother.