The air was crisp today, near perfect weather! He sighed happily as he took in the fresh air, so crisp that it nearly drowned out the scent of death and despair around him. This weather meant two things for the poor lion. 1] It was salve time. 2] He was free to wander, without needing an escort.
Dry, crisp air meant the rains were far off, and the clean air was easier to detect enemies in. He was free to do his life's work without having to pester another to guide him around. That thought alone made his body quiver with excitement as he slowly stepped out of his den and into the sunlight. But what made him sprint away once he was out? The idea of regaining his sight once more.
It was a rare day in the Kitwana'antara when this weather came about, but with it came something more rare. The chance to harvest a special flower, a flower that when mixed with his special salve would grant him vision for a short period of time. A period of time that he treasured more than life itself. But in order to get the flower, he had to hurry.
Making a straight dash for the flower's home was his first objective, a route he knew by heart and could do with his eyes closed! As he ran, the lion allowed a tiny chortle to escape him at his own joke. Things were looking up for him today, and he wouldn't let it go to waste.
Dry, crisp air meant the rains were far off, and the clean air was easier to detect enemies in. He was free to do his life's work without having to pester another to guide him around. That thought alone made his body quiver with excitement as he slowly stepped out of his den and into the sunlight. But what made him sprint away once he was out? The idea of regaining his sight once more.
It was a rare day in the Kitwana'antara when this weather came about, but with it came something more rare. The chance to harvest a special flower, a flower that when mixed with his special salve would grant him vision for a short period of time. A period of time that he treasured more than life itself. But in order to get the flower, he had to hurry.
Making a straight dash for the flower's home was his first objective, a route he knew by heart and could do with his eyes closed! As he ran, the lion allowed a tiny chortle to escape him at his own joke. Things were looking up for him today, and he wouldn't let it go to waste.
Velveteen Angel