9/22/2025, 12:18 AM
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I've had old names only the wind and trees can pronounce.
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Myth sat staring upwards, ears twitching lightly at the pitter-patter of rain around her. Every sound, every little rustle, including the sounds of paws approaching, slowly she turned her head to see the wolf, split from the tip of the nose in molten gold and glacier blues. Myth held no fear in the approach of the wolf, eventually looking back up as some clouds allowed a glance at the sky, the twinkling stars above and the moon that hung distantly.
She despised being grounded and preferred the thrill of being in the sky, the thin air that made many new fliers sick. Carefully, she looked over to the wolf, sniffing in his direction and then glancing once more to the clouds. The rain seemed to settle for moments, letting silence linger where crickets filled it swiftly.
Have you ever been up there? Above the clouds?
Her voice was soft and warm, and the curious question she asked was one that someone might find odd. Not many got the luxury of being above the clouds, feeling the mist of them from a distance but the weight as well. She wanted to know if this wolf had ever flown or even just been near the clouds at all.
