Post by lunakaria on Feb 15, 2009 18:06:21 GMT -6
A small fire crackled quietly in a small clearing of trees, casting a warming welcome light into the gradually darkening forest. Night was fast approaching and with the rising of the moon came the dropping of temperature and though it had been a warmer winter than most, it was still rather foolish to be sleeping outside. The maker of the fire was used to living in such a fashion however, she choose to stay outdoor unless it was absolutely necessary to be inside. And so far this season there hasn't been a reason.
Yarrum rummaged around the underbrush around the fire, collecting fallen sticks and branches to help keep her hot companion alive throughout the night. She didn't think that she would sleep tonight, it was a clear night and one could see the stars rather nicely through the barren trees. "Tis been so long since I've talked to the stars.... I wonder what sort of news they'll 'ave for me!" the pine martin sang giddily, giggling as she spoke to herself, "Or maybe that old mousie with that perdy sword of his will come talk to me in the fire again. He didn't mind my conversation. What a nice mousie was he!" she cackled again, turning back to the fire with an armful of kindling.
Setting the firewood down Yarrum proceeded to take a seat on a rather nice flat rock that was close to the fire. Bringing her knees up to her chin, she wrapped her arms around them as if to hold herself together and peered up at the sky, muttering soft nothings to herself.
Yarrum rummaged around the underbrush around the fire, collecting fallen sticks and branches to help keep her hot companion alive throughout the night. She didn't think that she would sleep tonight, it was a clear night and one could see the stars rather nicely through the barren trees. "Tis been so long since I've talked to the stars.... I wonder what sort of news they'll 'ave for me!" the pine martin sang giddily, giggling as she spoke to herself, "Or maybe that old mousie with that perdy sword of his will come talk to me in the fire again. He didn't mind my conversation. What a nice mousie was he!" she cackled again, turning back to the fire with an armful of kindling.
Setting the firewood down Yarrum proceeded to take a seat on a rather nice flat rock that was close to the fire. Bringing her knees up to her chin, she wrapped her arms around them as if to hold herself together and peered up at the sky, muttering soft nothings to herself.