by lilt » Tue Apr 24, 2012 1:58 pm
Mist looked up tiredly, yawning. She was still curled up beside Cooper, who was very warm, as it turned out. She'd slept fairly well, only bothered by wind or cold just once or twice.
Shadow lifted his head in irritation and barked at Brutus.
lilt verb \ˈlilt\ to move musically or lively.
"life, believe, is not a dream
so dark as sages say;
oft a little morning rain
foretells a pleasant day.
sometimes there are cloud of gloom,
but these are transient all;
if the shower will make the roses bloom,
oh why lament its fall?"
- charlotte brontë -