Fire and Ice
There was a slight pine scent on the air as Lan lifted his head and sniffed. The ground was cool under his feet, soft, the mud squishing up over the edges of his paws. Here and the there, patches of snow found refuge, still shaded by the shadow of the trees around the forest. Everything here was cool and damp, and still a little musty from the long winter. The first rains will wash away the traces of winter, he thought. The first traces of green were starting to bud in the new plants and the birds were starting again to populate the bows of the trees. From different directions he could here the trickle of run-off streams that were winding down the paths. Everywhere the earth was starting to shake herself awake. Between the warm sun filtering through the trees above him and the coolness rising up and out of the ground below him, Lan felt the powerful forces coming together to fill him again with energy and he hopped a little, laughing, renewed.There's an interesting idea....
2 Comments:
you rock :)
anyways I'm going to write you an email when I get home. I'm also going to be changing our Othila site so be prepared.
What kind of changes?
I've been feeling better lately. There's all kinds of stirrings in me right now.
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