Post by Angel on Oct 16, 2019 0:52:12 GMT
(January 30, On the bridge that leads from Arendelle Castle to the town center. Open only to the Tramp for now. Depending on how it goes, perhaps opening to others in the L&TT family. Early morning.)
The sky above was the color of slate, a tapestry of monotones that seemed to hang low over the mountains and town like a thick blanket. The waters of the harbor had a slight chop to them, the waves being capped nicely by crests of white foam, and a chill breeze fluttered the ears and fur of the small Pomeranian mix as she stood on the town side of the great stone bridge that approached the gates of the castle grounds. She dropped down on her haunches, square in the center of the cobblestone road, and cast her sky blue eyes at the great structure. The waters around the castle lapped and flowed benignly, while out past the break-wall, they churned with fury.
Angel had just returned from visiting Madge. The last of her bandages removed, and what was left of her wound cleaned and sterilized. She had been released with a bill of good health, and it was time to return to her duties as a trainee in the Enchanted Suns. A status she wasn't so sure how to feel about anymore. At one point, she thought little other then it being somewhere to hide. Then, she felt a great loyalty, perhaps not to the army, but to the Queen of Arendelle herself. A kinship that she wished not to impair. Yet it all felt so moot, so inconsequential when she finally caught up with Scamp. How it hurt like no other to be apart from him. A cruel joke that life seemed to have played upon her, yet again.
One thing Scamp had confirmed, their family was out here, somewhere. She had never really left them. The badge of respectability still clung around her neck, and she would do anything to assure it remained. She was no longer hiding in the shadows, no longer trying to keep her head down. After all that had happened to them, there was no way the whole army didn't know her name by now.
She was debating her next move. She could return to the warm shelter of the castle itself. Although she didn't necessarily need to go there. Now that she was free from her bandages, the requirement to rest following their failed journey had been lifted. The little pom tossed her head up so hard that the breeze caught her ears and they flopped audibly. She rose to her four legs, her bushy tail hanging up like a flag waving above the curve of her thighs, and started to walk across the stone bridge. The breeze caught her fur and made it flutter about, and the smell of salt assaulted her nose.
“Always indecisive, aren't we?” She said to no one but herself. Her head dropping so that her gaze fell upon her two front paws. “At least that much hasn't changed.”
The sky above was the color of slate, a tapestry of monotones that seemed to hang low over the mountains and town like a thick blanket. The waters of the harbor had a slight chop to them, the waves being capped nicely by crests of white foam, and a chill breeze fluttered the ears and fur of the small Pomeranian mix as she stood on the town side of the great stone bridge that approached the gates of the castle grounds. She dropped down on her haunches, square in the center of the cobblestone road, and cast her sky blue eyes at the great structure. The waters around the castle lapped and flowed benignly, while out past the break-wall, they churned with fury.
Angel had just returned from visiting Madge. The last of her bandages removed, and what was left of her wound cleaned and sterilized. She had been released with a bill of good health, and it was time to return to her duties as a trainee in the Enchanted Suns. A status she wasn't so sure how to feel about anymore. At one point, she thought little other then it being somewhere to hide. Then, she felt a great loyalty, perhaps not to the army, but to the Queen of Arendelle herself. A kinship that she wished not to impair. Yet it all felt so moot, so inconsequential when she finally caught up with Scamp. How it hurt like no other to be apart from him. A cruel joke that life seemed to have played upon her, yet again.
One thing Scamp had confirmed, their family was out here, somewhere. She had never really left them. The badge of respectability still clung around her neck, and she would do anything to assure it remained. She was no longer hiding in the shadows, no longer trying to keep her head down. After all that had happened to them, there was no way the whole army didn't know her name by now.
She was debating her next move. She could return to the warm shelter of the castle itself. Although she didn't necessarily need to go there. Now that she was free from her bandages, the requirement to rest following their failed journey had been lifted. The little pom tossed her head up so hard that the breeze caught her ears and they flopped audibly. She rose to her four legs, her bushy tail hanging up like a flag waving above the curve of her thighs, and started to walk across the stone bridge. The breeze caught her fur and made it flutter about, and the smell of salt assaulted her nose.
Half way across the bridge, she drew back sharply and curled her lip in disgust with herself. No, that was just going back into hiding. She should return to the kennels. Perhaps find Lady and Tramp. It was time to stop concealing herself and face her family. Neither of the two elder dogs were stupid. If she didn't find them herself, they would soon find her.
The blonde furred canine took a deep breath, and started back towards the town. Her paws slowly prodding, she started to walk back towards the town, her back to the castle. Perhaps she could find Fuli and they could hang out, or play, or just do something to take her mind off her own thoughts. Reaching the town end of the bridge, she dropped back down on her haunches and shivered.
“Always indecisive, aren't we?” She said to no one but herself. Her head dropping so that her gaze fell upon her two front paws. “At least that much hasn't changed.”