P A R A D I S E | b l u e (Freya|Avarius)

[Sivoncé™]

The night was warm, even humid and sticky. It had rained just long enough earlier to throw off the dryness, twisting it into a thick-aired stmosphere. Freya had never really been fond of summer to begin with, but the heat had nearly blazed her senseless! I don't even want to think about what this all would be like if I had a black pelt instead of a white one! She shivered, shaking her head. She'd volunteered to take the dawn and evening patrols a lot lately, not wanting to be out under the burning glare of sunlight. Even in the thick canopy of trees in the Siverian territory, the heat was still lethal and not to be trifled with.

Annelise has suggested that she take the night off of patrols, decreeing that Freya was restless, twitchy, and needed to burn off some excess energy. She'd even offered to go on a run with her, as the two hadn't been able to spend some time off together in eons, it seemed. However, Annelise went back on her promise, saying she had to meet someone. Freya had private suspicions and worries about this behavior -- a regular occurrence -- but never shared them with Anna. Freya knew that whatever Annelise was up to, she would get around to telling Freya about it when she needed to. Until then, it was her business and her business only.

Freya broke into a fast sprint, covering the ground fast. However, once she got to the hill -- more of a mountain it would seem -- her pace slowed vastly, involuntarily. There was no doubting the giantess of this lump of earth, and certainly no fighting its commanding prescence, either. She allowed herself to walk after she'd reached the half-way point. She could suck away the last resevoirs of energy on her jaunt back. For now, it would do to simply stare up at the impossibly blue sky, stars glinting like silver, shimmering mirrors.

The hill was mostly swathed in forest, but there were breaks here and there. Freya padded into the open, right out onto one of the hillsides. There was a large rock formation that spurted from the ground, overlooking the vast, rich territories below. Cautiously, Freya maneuvered her way out towards the ledge and layed down, resting her head against her front legs. The sky glittered, and she couldn't help but be mesmerized by such a blue majesty.

[silverpelt12]

Avarius's oak pelt was darkened by the dim lighting of the stars the glinted like a thousand daimonds in an obsidian block. His brown eyes were dotted with reflections of the stars. He sat attop the hill, his mouth hung open slightly as he panted in the heat. His dark pelt didn't help with the scorching heat of the sun during afternoon patrols. He came out sometime late at night, he called it his midnight scoutng, and sat upon the hill, looked out over the landscape of their homes, all the terratorries could be seen from the hill, everything was magnifecint in the light of the stars above one's head. Everything was a sea of darkness with light sparkling off the way it does when hitting a raindrop to create a rainbow in the sky. That's how the forest looked everynight when the moon, now vanished for it was the nights where it was gone, helped light the paths all over the lands. Everything was perfect, the heat was managable it yuo kept you stress and work-level low enough. He was perfectly content atopp the hill, his brown fur not plastered to his sides like most others, but flat against his back. It never had grown long enough to be tedious, that was pleasent. His muddy brown eyes swept over the lands, doing the scouting half of his 'mission' that he set himself on.

[Sivoncé™]

Freya was lost, deep in thought, mind flickering through the oddities that had shown up in the forest. From the odd scent of singed, burning wood that all patrols had spotted, to Annelise's strange abscences, to her rather enjoyable walk with Avarius last moon. She'd been so caught up in all of her worrying and work that she really hadn't had a chance to speak to him one-on-one since then. She smiled fondly at the memory of the walk home from that Moonless Meeting. It had definitly been a pleasure she hadn't had in a very long time. Sure, she'd enjoyed Severien's company for a while, had even formed a small crush on the wolf. Both were young warrior age, though he was still a neophyte. He was due to have his ceremony soon. Then they could be together, if they wanted to.
But Freya knew she didn't want to.
At some point in time, Freya could estimate when, she'd stopped blushing, her stomach stopped fluttering, her heartbeat returned to normal while she was with Severien. And she knew it was purely friendship that brought them together now.
Avarius was charming, and she'd dragged back some of those old symptoms of dazzling and dazzledness on that lovely walk. With a flare of hope, she sincerely desired for them to stay this time. And she hoped even more that the feeling was mutual.
She caught a scent on the air, suprised the very wolf on her mind was not far away. She wondered if he'd noticed her, then dismissed the thought. He would've said hello by now. Unless he was avoiding her? Only one way to figure out....
"Avarius?"