Post by Geno on Mar 14, 2020 4:27:04 GMT
(February 7th, open to Geno and the Great Prince, early morning.)
The stream burbled to his left, the birds sang to his right. The Great Forest was in rare form today, even for late winter, as if everything was preparing to burst into spring’s symphony, war or no war. It was early for it. Normally a young deer would be looking forward to seeing the groundhog dance without a shadow’s care, celebrating the next season’s coming with his friends. But Geno hadn’t been born under normal times.
Maybe that was why, instead of prancing or leaping along the riverbank like a normal young creature full of energy, Geno went along with a frown. It wasn’t an angry one. No, instead of being full of energy, Geno’s very little head was full of thoughts. They were big, important thoughts, and they weighed him down where Gurri’s light heart would’ve had her springing in and out of the chilly water.
It was his sister he was thinking about. And it was those worries that made him glad she wasn’t with him this morning.
Not that she’d want to be. Most of the time Gurri liked having him around—not only were they brother and sister, but Bambi’s other child seemed to live life with an attitude of ‘the more the merrier.’ Even though Geno knew he often played the role of stick-in-the-mud during their play dates.
She wanted to run to the meadow. He knew it was smarter to creep out and make sure nothing dangerous waited in the open. She wanted to skip chores and meet up with Kopa. He knew that the chores had to come first. Those were the rules. Gurri never seemed to follow the rules, and no matter what he thought of, nothing he said ever seemed to convince her he was right. Maybe he wasn’t using the right words. Friend Owl knew lots of different words, and Geno was always excited to hear what they were because words made things clearer. If he could figure out what words would make Gurri give up her latest crazy scheme, maybe they wouldn’t get in trouble. Maybe he’d save all the young animals from getting in trouble at once, and they’d be safe, and he’d have done something Princely and protective.
Geno sighed. Okay, so he could sort of imagine the Rose-colored glow around that future. But he still wanted it to happen. But...how to get there? The small dark snout scrunched itself up in an effort to think even harder, so Geno didn’t take any notice of his surroundings.
The stream burbled to his left, the birds sang to his right. The Great Forest was in rare form today, even for late winter, as if everything was preparing to burst into spring’s symphony, war or no war. It was early for it. Normally a young deer would be looking forward to seeing the groundhog dance without a shadow’s care, celebrating the next season’s coming with his friends. But Geno hadn’t been born under normal times.
Maybe that was why, instead of prancing or leaping along the riverbank like a normal young creature full of energy, Geno went along with a frown. It wasn’t an angry one. No, instead of being full of energy, Geno’s very little head was full of thoughts. They were big, important thoughts, and they weighed him down where Gurri’s light heart would’ve had her springing in and out of the chilly water.
It was his sister he was thinking about. And it was those worries that made him glad she wasn’t with him this morning.
Not that she’d want to be. Most of the time Gurri liked having him around—not only were they brother and sister, but Bambi’s other child seemed to live life with an attitude of ‘the more the merrier.’ Even though Geno knew he often played the role of stick-in-the-mud during their play dates.
She wanted to run to the meadow. He knew it was smarter to creep out and make sure nothing dangerous waited in the open. She wanted to skip chores and meet up with Kopa. He knew that the chores had to come first. Those were the rules. Gurri never seemed to follow the rules, and no matter what he thought of, nothing he said ever seemed to convince her he was right. Maybe he wasn’t using the right words. Friend Owl knew lots of different words, and Geno was always excited to hear what they were because words made things clearer. If he could figure out what words would make Gurri give up her latest crazy scheme, maybe they wouldn’t get in trouble. Maybe he’d save all the young animals from getting in trouble at once, and they’d be safe, and he’d have done something Princely and protective.
Geno sighed. Okay, so he could sort of imagine the Rose-colored glow around that future. But he still wanted it to happen. But...how to get there? The small dark snout scrunched itself up in an effort to think even harder, so Geno didn’t take any notice of his surroundings.