DarkWarrioress
~ An Amethyst Mist ~
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A wolfling comes wandering.
In her hand, she carries a smoked glass vase holding a spray of white orchids.
Something feels off to her. and because she doesn't know what or how or why, the best the she wolf can do is provide a little something to let the Lady know that, as always, she is located within the Wolfling's thoughts.
A soft knock. A momentary silence.
The door opens and the wolfling hands the maid this small gift.
"Give these to the Lady...she will know who they are from."
Once more...the Wolfling...retreats.
*while shes gone, rearranges her entire house, putting up random wolf pictures, bed sheets, blankets, and leaves a present on her couch*
Finally!
She retreats to her home. Her arms are loaded but as she walks into the great room, she notices people have been here. More than that, there is a sleeping little bundle on her couch. On the mantle, a stark relief to everything else and the first ting she noticed when she entered the room, were a gift. From the Wolfing. The woman always knows the right thing to gift. Roses are the favorite but orchids... she smiled... they are the second. They are set in a vase and a maid is called for, instructions given. Tis not that the vase is not appreciated but orchids do not do well in water or soil. The vase and the orchids are whisked away to be taken care of with the parting instruction to have them sent to her study.
Only Logan would fill her house with such gifts, making her laugh. Packages are set in a nearby chair as she joins the pup on the couch, fingers finding their way into his fur. It's been a long time since a wolf pup has been under her care.
"I'll have to figure out what your name is, won't I, dearling?
The pup offers a quick lick of its tongue, making her laugh. There's a quick hug before the pup is set on the floor and the packages are retrieved. The soft click of heels on the floor echoed by small nails creating the same as the pup follows at her heels.
No, her world is not right. It is changing and she must learn to adapt. As the holidays draw closer, so does that time. She smiles for the world. Pretends for her family. She's good at it. She's not feeling all that social but being allowed to crawl into a dark corner is not the answer either. The Wolfling's gift is a soothing balm. Things of beauty always make her smile.
Coming out of her closet, having stashed the gifts to be wrapped later, she sees the pup has jumped up on her bed and curled into a ball to sleep. Cheeky little bugger. Acts like he owns the place already.
Clothing is exchanged for more comfortable ones to wear at home. A pair of jeans, a sweater, fuzzy socks. Hair is pulled back into a small ponytail before she heads for the kitchen and starts making cookies.
Later this evening will be time enough to write and send a promised PM.
Snickerdoodles or sugar cookies... Hmmmm.