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 Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 5:23 pm
Smiling a bit, Soul leads them further along while he looks for a place they may rest the night. The darkness falls quickly around them, shrouding the swamp air in a blanket of black, only the faintest light of the moon drifting in patches through the thick overhead canopy. Soon, the fireflies come out, bobbing and floating-- tiny spectres.
"You will find it eventually. I believe it the same way I believe I will some day find what it is the Swamp wishes for me to find in my journeys. The Motherfather doesn't abandon her children. But.... it is good that we keep searching." He smiles again, though this time there is something a bit coy in the expression.
"We found each other, did we not? Two similar souls, both seeking to find."
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:47 pm
Something in Soul's expression made her feel shy and self-conscious. Mist realized she'd taken a real liking to this young buck. All of a sudden she felt at a loss for something to say.
Glancing away, she noticed that the day had faded away while they'd talked. "Perhaps our paths today were guided by Mother Swamp. Maybe we found each other for a reason." Mist watched the flickering fireflies dance in the air. Looking back at the young buck, she said, "At least we'll have each other's company tonight."
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 9:51 pm
Soul chuckles softly at the sudden look of shyness that crosses the doe's demeanor, a soft smile touching on his face as it drifts off. Lightly he brushes his side against hers, lingering a little as they walk, and lowers his head to repeat the movement, sliding the side of their faces together in a light nuzzle that is both bold and gentle.
"Perhaps so... There's shelter up ahead... a large boulder dug into the earth that creates a cave. We can sleep there, it'll be warm with the two of us."
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 2:27 pm
Weeping Mist responded to Soul Drift's touch by leaning into him and rubbing her muzzle against his. Mist reassured herself that she was meant to be here. Mother Swamp wouldn't have led her astray. Crossing paths with this blue-green buck with legs the color of sunshine was surely meant to be.
"The shelter sounds nice, she said with a slight smile.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 1:55 pm
Soul smiles a bit at her returned nuzzle and leads them closer to the fallen, hollowed out log. By the time they get there, the shadows of the Swamp are already deepening into Night and the fireflies blink on like living stars around them. They bob up and down on the currents of the faint breeze, ghostly and beautiful. He watches them as they walk, as well as the pale-colored doe next to him, reminiscent of the moon itself.
Part of him realizes that perhaps this is one of the things the Mother-Father wished for him to find. He knows there will be more dreams after this, and that they will part paths, but for now he is content. He leads her inside the log, against the chill of the coming dark and presses close in the tight space.
"We found each other... I think this was meant to be. Even if it's not our main purpose-- as I feel there is something still pulling me out there-- I am glad, Mist."
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 9:01 pm
Weeping Mist followed the buck into the log. She welcomed the warmth of his closeness. At least for tonight, she could stop searching, and just enjoy the time to be spent with someone who seemed to be of a similar mind as herself.
"Yes, I believe our paths were meant to join for a time. Whatever comes of our time together, Mother Swamp must have meant for it to be."
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