◊ let it water a parched throat with warm summer rain ◊
Quinnat raised an excellent point. Snapdragon lifted one of those too-small paws, still frowning slightly. Survival was difficult enough for a lone wolf, but it would be even harder in a body that hadn't yet grown into full strength. Snapdragon's retained experience and maturity simply weren't enough to overcome these physical limitations. How frustrating.
Well, it certainly made for good motivation to avoid dying again.
Quinnat had all but ordered Snapdragon to follow along to... wherever this Verdantis was, so Snapdragon saw no need to grasp at formalities. And it had seen no reason to refuse the offer. Quinnat seemed reasonable enough. "Quite right," it decided.
If things took a turn for the worse, those feathers did not appear to be flight-capable, unless Quinnat was hiding feathered wings as Larkspur often did... Larkspur. How long had it been? For Snapdragon, time seemed to have reversed, but was the same true of the rest of the world? Was Larkspur also a puppy again, learning how to fly in distant Hesta Plateau?
Snapdragon shook off the questions for now. Answers would have to come later. It peered up at Quinnat as he stretched, and stood, and proposed that they walk together. Four wings fluttered, still not fully unfurled, but, "Yes. Slowly. With plenty of room between us." Travel was possible, but Snapdragon was not about to make haste where it wasn't absolutely necessary. Best to go slowly and mindfully, and protect its delicate wings.
Well, it certainly made for good motivation to avoid dying again.
Quinnat had all but ordered Snapdragon to follow along to... wherever this Verdantis was, so Snapdragon saw no need to grasp at formalities. And it had seen no reason to refuse the offer. Quinnat seemed reasonable enough. "Quite right," it decided.
If things took a turn for the worse, those feathers did not appear to be flight-capable, unless Quinnat was hiding feathered wings as Larkspur often did... Larkspur. How long had it been? For Snapdragon, time seemed to have reversed, but was the same true of the rest of the world? Was Larkspur also a puppy again, learning how to fly in distant Hesta Plateau?
Snapdragon shook off the questions for now. Answers would have to come later. It peered up at Quinnat as he stretched, and stood, and proposed that they walk together. Four wings fluttered, still not fully unfurled, but, "Yes. Slowly. With plenty of room between us." Travel was possible, but Snapdragon was not about to make haste where it wasn't absolutely necessary. Best to go slowly and mindfully, and protect its delicate wings.