[ a second before clarisse even speaks, maia begins to wriggle violently within his arms. releasing her, she leaps from where she had allowed him to cradle her to his chest as she bounds in the direction of where his shadow is pointing. luke glances up the moment maia's feet hit the ground, expecting her to linger and nip at his shoelaces and the wings of his converse as she often does. his lips begin to form what? until he glances down and notes his shadow is pointing to her. immediately, he knows it's not at her, as she's neither a fox nor even one of black shuck's own (not like him). he does expect one to be right behind her legs, but, of course, as per how it had been with maia, this discovery requires a little travel and adventure. ]
[ looking up at her, she says what he's thinking — the very action he's chosen to take. maybe it's careless in the true scope of things, but luke's never been careful. living on the side of recklessness, if he never heeded his instincts into telling him to follow his shadow, he never would've found maia at all. and he thinks about it now, what it would be like without her — she may just be a fox, a quite little thing that often thinks his bed is her own, but she's family. george and martha treat her as if she's their own kid, in the similar manner in which they treat him. he doesn't even shrug his shoulder as he begins to walk, strides long as maia disappears behind some bushes. he doesn't have backbiter to cut through the gardens as he takes the longer route, walking along the dirt and destroying any print she has left within the earth as maia runs toward one side of the bailey. ]
[ and then she disappears in a bush, only to emerge, second later, from the left. she disappears again, running in sharp and fast circles, as she emerges to disappear to only reappear again. but instead of diving into the bush to continue her circle, she pushes her head through the leaves with her tail and hind legs sticking out. to him, it isn't thick, merely a small bush that's grown in patches, but to her, it's an adventure — and it's one he doesn't want to tug her into his arms and pull her away from. he approaches her, brows pinched, a bemused laugh in his voice, ] What's got you so worked up?
[ and then he sees them: two foxes tackling and rolling with one another on the dirt. a pure white and a not so pure white, he notes how the grey upon the latter's fur is more clean than the one the colour of snow as dirt and mud and leaves stick to her coat. thinking this adventure to be shorter than when he had discovered her, he's taken aback by the sight of two instead of one. he crosses his arms over his chest as he shakes his head with a laugh. ] Guess you got family, Maia.
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[ looking up at her, she says what he's thinking — the very action he's chosen to take. maybe it's careless in the true scope of things, but luke's never been careful. living on the side of recklessness, if he never heeded his instincts into telling him to follow his shadow, he never would've found maia at all. and he thinks about it now, what it would be like without her — she may just be a fox, a quite little thing that often thinks his bed is her own, but she's family. george and martha treat her as if she's their own kid, in the similar manner in which they treat him. he doesn't even shrug his shoulder as he begins to walk, strides long as maia disappears behind some bushes. he doesn't have backbiter to cut through the gardens as he takes the longer route, walking along the dirt and destroying any print she has left within the earth as maia runs toward one side of the bailey. ]
[ and then she disappears in a bush, only to emerge, second later, from the left. she disappears again, running in sharp and fast circles, as she emerges to disappear to only reappear again. but instead of diving into the bush to continue her circle, she pushes her head through the leaves with her tail and hind legs sticking out. to him, it isn't thick, merely a small bush that's grown in patches, but to her, it's an adventure — and it's one he doesn't want to tug her into his arms and pull her away from. he approaches her, brows pinched, a bemused laugh in his voice, ] What's got you so worked up?
[ and then he sees them: two foxes tackling and rolling with one another on the dirt. a pure white and a not so pure white, he notes how the grey upon the latter's fur is more clean than the one the colour of snow as dirt and mud and leaves stick to her coat. thinking this adventure to be shorter than when he had discovered her, he's taken aback by the sight of two instead of one. he crosses his arms over his chest as he shakes his head with a laugh. ] Guess you got family, Maia.