Post by Lady on Jun 6, 2019 3:15:27 GMT
(January 5, about mid-afternoon at high-tide. Streets of Arendelle near the docks. Open to Lady and Tramp for the moment. Others may come in as they wish if the RP opens up.)
A stiff sea breeze rolled in across Arendelle's harbor. The waves of the incoming tide lapped the keyside and docks, the many ketches and galleys slowly rising and falling in the rolling tide. The ropes and lines holding them mast to their moorings creaked and groaned as their wooden hulls strained against the ebb of the sea. The sky was gray, and there had been a halfhearted sprinkle earlier in the day. Forming puddles and small pools of rainwater in the streets. Along the stone dockside, there was a lull in activity. With most of the fishing fleet out to sea, the docks and keys seemed a peaceful and relaxing place. With the war, shipping had come to almost to a cease. Fears of raiders, pirates, and the like were keeping most captains in port. That is, until methods could be put in place to allow trade once again.
The cocker spaniel canine padded along the cobblestone on the other-side of the street from the key, weaving her way around the many sacks and barrels of goods waiting for their distribution. Her paws seemed to dance among the stones as she moved, light as a feather. It had been a long time since Lady had been out for a good old fashioned romp with her mate. This was a celebratory explore, and while she belonged to the Suns, and her license which was jingling happily against her furry chest still proudly proclaimed her home address in Marceline, today it was time to just be dogs.
“And you're sure the pups are alright? Anything could happen to them.” The spaniel asked for the upteenth time. Her voice, while cheery and upbeat, held the soft tone of concern that only a mother could produce. The spaniel practically walked sideways as she spoke to the mongrel. Her little docked tail a blur against her hindquarters, and her mahogany ears fluttering like flags in the breeze. “Goodness knows, as much as I am thrilled to have you out here, I'm still worried about them. Especially Scamp. You know how he can....be.”
Lady's departure from Marceline was, abrupt to say the least. She had left less then 12 hours after Angel. Intending to keep tabs on the newest member of their little family. The decision to leave came at night, while the rest of the family slept, and was acted on with the same amount of haste. She had hoped, naively as it would seem, if her journey had started without a big event from the rest of the family, they would have stayed put. No point putting the whole of the family in danger. Especially Scamp, who's feelings for Angel may have driven him to do worse. Of course, she sort of knew the Tramp wouldn't have let her do this alone. No matter what her brain said, her heart knew. Especially since it seemed Angel had made herself scarce since coming out here. Lady wasn't even sure if the Pomchi knew that her foster-parents were in town.
“And yes, before you think otherwise...I am oh-so glad you are here.” The ends of her mouth dug deep dimples on her furry cheeks as she smiled up at him, those brown eyes sparkling with the energy and life that seemed to pulsate in the brown furred women.
A stiff sea breeze rolled in across Arendelle's harbor. The waves of the incoming tide lapped the keyside and docks, the many ketches and galleys slowly rising and falling in the rolling tide. The ropes and lines holding them mast to their moorings creaked and groaned as their wooden hulls strained against the ebb of the sea. The sky was gray, and there had been a halfhearted sprinkle earlier in the day. Forming puddles and small pools of rainwater in the streets. Along the stone dockside, there was a lull in activity. With most of the fishing fleet out to sea, the docks and keys seemed a peaceful and relaxing place. With the war, shipping had come to almost to a cease. Fears of raiders, pirates, and the like were keeping most captains in port. That is, until methods could be put in place to allow trade once again.
The cocker spaniel canine padded along the cobblestone on the other-side of the street from the key, weaving her way around the many sacks and barrels of goods waiting for their distribution. Her paws seemed to dance among the stones as she moved, light as a feather. It had been a long time since Lady had been out for a good old fashioned romp with her mate. This was a celebratory explore, and while she belonged to the Suns, and her license which was jingling happily against her furry chest still proudly proclaimed her home address in Marceline, today it was time to just be dogs.
“And you're sure the pups are alright? Anything could happen to them.” The spaniel asked for the upteenth time. Her voice, while cheery and upbeat, held the soft tone of concern that only a mother could produce. The spaniel practically walked sideways as she spoke to the mongrel. Her little docked tail a blur against her hindquarters, and her mahogany ears fluttering like flags in the breeze. “Goodness knows, as much as I am thrilled to have you out here, I'm still worried about them. Especially Scamp. You know how he can....be.”
Lady's departure from Marceline was, abrupt to say the least. She had left less then 12 hours after Angel. Intending to keep tabs on the newest member of their little family. The decision to leave came at night, while the rest of the family slept, and was acted on with the same amount of haste. She had hoped, naively as it would seem, if her journey had started without a big event from the rest of the family, they would have stayed put. No point putting the whole of the family in danger. Especially Scamp, who's feelings for Angel may have driven him to do worse. Of course, she sort of knew the Tramp wouldn't have let her do this alone. No matter what her brain said, her heart knew. Especially since it seemed Angel had made herself scarce since coming out here. Lady wasn't even sure if the Pomchi knew that her foster-parents were in town.
“And yes, before you think otherwise...I am oh-so glad you are here.” The ends of her mouth dug deep dimples on her furry cheeks as she smiled up at him, those brown eyes sparkling with the energy and life that seemed to pulsate in the brown furred women.