2/5/2025, 6:27 AM
![[Image: viv_honeybee.gif]](https://sig.grumpybumpers.com/host/viv_honeybee.gif)
It was a lovely - and rare - winter day to sunbathe. Although she should have been enjoying the festivities, Solvi had stepped away for a moment of respite - it seemed even the honeybee herself had a limit, though it was often difficult to reach the ends of its capacity. She knew the importance of taking steps to avoid burnout and it was imperative she was in tip-top shape to heal the battlers the next day. The combatants deserved healers who were well-rested and capable, though she hoped the injuries would be minor since these were supposed to be good-natured spars.
Her thoughts turned to Alder - she supposed she might be a little biased in her determination to ensure he was cared for properly, whatever wounds he might sustain.
The hustle and bustle of Northfall's heart was not far from her, however, as she posed not unlike a cat atop a particularly stable and warmed stone. With its covering of snow removed, it had begun to soak up the modicum of heat the winter sun offered and she was all too happy to take advantage of it. Her lineage was crafted for mountain living, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the rays.
Solvi's head began to drift downward as a light slumber overtook her, eyes fluttering closed and her posture sinking. Her tan nose almost touched the rock before a howl rent the air.
Her ears strained against the call and, at first, she wondered if she was dreaming it into reality. That was Aksel's voice she heard, clear as day - she would know it anywhere, no matter the place or time.
Green eyes snapped open as her head jerked backwards, away from the rock she was settled upon. Her heart drummed with adrenaline, a fragile hope cradled within her chest. At first, she could only stare in the direction the howl came from, her brows scrunching in quizzical thought - it sounded like Aksel, but that couldn't be right. Surely she had dreamed it in her not-quite-nap, and it was simply just another wolf attending Northfall's festivities.
... But what if he was real and not imagined at all?
She was no member of Northfall and, although it might have been seen as rude for her to answer a visitor's call, she could not keep herself from lifting her own response to the mountain atmosphere - if this really was Aksel, then he would recognize her, wouldn't he? She had never considered that he might not know her in this new life, but all good sense had long flown out the window.
Through motions she did not consciously make, Solvi rose to her paws and began to press forward, half-blindly picking a path down the rockwork to reach the border. With each passing moment, her steps grew more desperate, clumsier as they gathered speed. In her haste, her paws slipped against the icy stones, but she did not yet falter nor slow - her mission was simple: She was going to reach the border as fast as she could, danger be damned. She would not risk him leaving or disappearing as he had in the cave, if that had truly been him.
She wouldn't let him.
Her thoughts turned to Alder - she supposed she might be a little biased in her determination to ensure he was cared for properly, whatever wounds he might sustain.
The hustle and bustle of Northfall's heart was not far from her, however, as she posed not unlike a cat atop a particularly stable and warmed stone. With its covering of snow removed, it had begun to soak up the modicum of heat the winter sun offered and she was all too happy to take advantage of it. Her lineage was crafted for mountain living, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the rays.
Solvi's head began to drift downward as a light slumber overtook her, eyes fluttering closed and her posture sinking. Her tan nose almost touched the rock before a howl rent the air.
Her ears strained against the call and, at first, she wondered if she was dreaming it into reality. That was Aksel's voice she heard, clear as day - she would know it anywhere, no matter the place or time.
Green eyes snapped open as her head jerked backwards, away from the rock she was settled upon. Her heart drummed with adrenaline, a fragile hope cradled within her chest. At first, she could only stare in the direction the howl came from, her brows scrunching in quizzical thought - it sounded like Aksel, but that couldn't be right. Surely she had dreamed it in her not-quite-nap, and it was simply just another wolf attending Northfall's festivities.
... But what if he was real and not imagined at all?
She was no member of Northfall and, although it might have been seen as rude for her to answer a visitor's call, she could not keep herself from lifting her own response to the mountain atmosphere - if this really was Aksel, then he would recognize her, wouldn't he? She had never considered that he might not know her in this new life, but all good sense had long flown out the window.
Through motions she did not consciously make, Solvi rose to her paws and began to press forward, half-blindly picking a path down the rockwork to reach the border. With each passing moment, her steps grew more desperate, clumsier as they gathered speed. In her haste, her paws slipped against the icy stones, but she did not yet falter nor slow - her mission was simple: She was going to reach the border as fast as she could, danger be damned. She would not risk him leaving or disappearing as he had in the cave, if that had truly been him.
She wouldn't let him.
{ Arriving next round }
![[Image: SolviSigVIV.gif]](https://sig.grumpybumpers.com/host/SolviSigVIV.gif)
Solvi's braids are not as tidy as displayed in her art
