"You just - let me know, okay?" Lavenderpaw chirps, walking beside Asterpaw but clearly leading him down the river bank.
It was like any other night. While the sky wore a few clouds to obscure the moon, its light still shown just as brightly over the river's lapping waves and the sandy shore. She and her... friend... already spoke at length about the mundanities of their days since their last visit. They act as if the intricacies of their meals matter, when in truth they can't bare to let the night end early. At some point, Lavenderpaw insisted that Asterpaw trust her - that she's found a space that she wants to share with him. In truth, if the molly wasn't so enamored with him, she might've deemed him foolish for trusting her. Yet all the same, it warms her heart that he does so unquestionably.
In any case, she repeats for the second time that if they must slow down, then they can. Her excitement spurs her paws to move quickly, as she knows the hours of the night wane with every breath. But she also knows that he's not as well equipped with the chilling night air as she might be, and would absolutely take a snail's pace if it means keeping stride with him. Mottled blue-green eyes hold to the trestles by his face as she says, "I really hope you like it." She does not notice the figure following them.
Soon, they approach a cliffside, having followed the river upstream. The noise it produces compounds almost infinitesimally, but Lavenderpaw remains steady that this is a good idea. Again, her eyes are only for him, even as the beauty of the waterfall before them tries to dominate her attention. It is him that continues to steal away her breath.
"I've heard there's a space behind it," she says, and she moves her paw to press against the side of his. Her ears burn, but she doesn't look away. She knows that he will need to borrow her bravery and courage, even if he agrees of his own volition. No sense in acting shy or nervous now. "You'll have to go through the water, but... I'll keep you warm, Asterpaw - and we can wait until we're both fluffy and dry before we part ways again...!" she tries to encourage him, a small smile creeping on her face.
@ASTERPAW @JUNCOPAW :)
It was like any other night. While the sky wore a few clouds to obscure the moon, its light still shown just as brightly over the river's lapping waves and the sandy shore. She and her... friend... already spoke at length about the mundanities of their days since their last visit. They act as if the intricacies of their meals matter, when in truth they can't bare to let the night end early. At some point, Lavenderpaw insisted that Asterpaw trust her - that she's found a space that she wants to share with him. In truth, if the molly wasn't so enamored with him, she might've deemed him foolish for trusting her. Yet all the same, it warms her heart that he does so unquestionably.
In any case, she repeats for the second time that if they must slow down, then they can. Her excitement spurs her paws to move quickly, as she knows the hours of the night wane with every breath. But she also knows that he's not as well equipped with the chilling night air as she might be, and would absolutely take a snail's pace if it means keeping stride with him. Mottled blue-green eyes hold to the trestles by his face as she says, "I really hope you like it." She does not notice the figure following them.
Soon, they approach a cliffside, having followed the river upstream. The noise it produces compounds almost infinitesimally, but Lavenderpaw remains steady that this is a good idea. Again, her eyes are only for him, even as the beauty of the waterfall before them tries to dominate her attention. It is him that continues to steal away her breath.
"I've heard there's a space behind it," she says, and she moves her paw to press against the side of his. Her ears burn, but she doesn't look away. She knows that he will need to borrow her bravery and courage, even if he agrees of his own volition. No sense in acting shy or nervous now. "You'll have to go through the water, but... I'll keep you warm, Asterpaw - and we can wait until we're both fluffy and dry before we part ways again...!" she tries to encourage him, a small smile creeping on her face.
@ASTERPAW @JUNCOPAW :)