Story Time Username // ☁Lady Raincloud☁
What Wolf did you choose? //
Edwyn Lightwood ( Is actually an adult, by the by, just not made his adult ref yet eh. ) Story //
May 17thThings had become incredibly lonely now. True, he would receive letters and postcards, and the occasional phone call, but Edwyn, since he left his family to become a loner, was...... alone. It was miserable now, although at first he had quite liked it. It seemed so exciting to move out into the forest to fend for himself, and away from everyone but nature around him. He loved the plants, the sky, the air, and for a full year he was at least fine emotionally. It was not as easy here as back at home with mother and father, and yet he had got on swimmingly.
Yet...... yet loneliness had hit him the last few weeks. He began to miss everyone, even his infuriating younger siblings, and his constantly concerned parents. It is amazing how, when you step away from something, you look back and see all the good things. Even those little things about his relatives that used to irk him brought a small smile to his face as he wistfully mused over them.
Now, it was his birthday. He was to be 22 from now on until next year came around. And the feeling of getting another year older only made the lonliness worsen ten times over. Especially when he thought of the small celebrations his family would throw, with only just them, and maybe a friend or two. They were simple, as the Lightwoods were never one for noisy and loud get togethers..... yet that only seemed to make them even more special. And, as he sat by the fireplace in his cottage home, he imagined the voices of his family, singing in chorus the classic happy birthday tune.
When suddenly, he really did seem to hear it. This made him jump slightly, and, when he located the muffled tune, it was coming from his door. Following it there was a knock, and so he jumped to his paws, and briskly trotted over. Shoving his ear against the wooded structure, he grumbled. "Yeah? And who is it?"
"Your loving and devoted relation!" Came back the reply. It was a familiar voice, although the pitch had changed just slightly. Apparently over a year, the slightly squeaky voice of Alfonso had become a bit less annoying in screechyness. "Along with two others, both as devoted, although I think Maurice is beginning to rethink his devotion. On our way here he was both tortured by the heat and now by the rain! he regrets it most of all. Now, open the door!"
With a small smile, Edwyn did as he was told, and in came three, dripping wet "devout relations" - Alfonso, followed by a nervous and sick looking Maurice, who in turn was followed by Periwinkle, her eyes bright and shining with her usual excitement. "Nice place!" She mumbled, her voice muffled by a wrapped package in her mouth. "Cozy! Regular..... forest man style."
"Missing a bit of roof." Alfonso added. "Just a tiny bit, in that corner. It's leaking rain water. Other than that, cozy."
While the two younger wolves examined the wood cabin skeptically, Maurice looked at his twin brother and smiled. "Happy birthday.... I.... well, figured you'd be lonely. not everyone could come, but, we managed. Oh! And we brought gifts. Mom made you a small cake, but..... it may or may not be a bit soggy. Rain and all....."
The white wolf set down the bags he had slung across his back, and began to remove the continents, placing hem in turn on the living room table. As he did this, Alfonso and Periwinkle rejoined them, and Periwinkle set down her own gift besides the others. Edwyn watched in silence, although in his mind, he was laughing aloud, more overjoyed than he thought he would be at seeing the three familiar faces.
When Maurice finished laying out the gifts, he began. "So first there's the cake, which you already know about, and here's dad's gift, and mine. Then there's Periwinkle's..... or, rather, the shared Wentworth gift to you, and Alfonso's too, and one from Uncle Lycan, and -"
"Open mine first!" Alfonso instructed. "never mind the others, they can wait, open mine!"
"Must I?" Edwyn whined in a playful, faking manner, shoving Alfonso's gift away and looking up at the ceiling. "It's MY birthday, don't I get a say?"
But he drew the gift back, and quickly began to tear open the wrapping. Under it he found a box, which he excitedly opened, only to find another box inside. He continued this process three more times, and found a slightly smaller box every time, much to Alfonso's extreme delight. However, open opening the last package, there in his paws he now held....
"A key? What's it for?"
"Dad's gift now then." Maurice responded with a grin, and pushed it towards him with his nose.
He opened Mortimer's gift. Inside was a lock, carefully and prettily made, though, and matching the key in style.
Without another word, he reached for the next gift, one from Ulysses. He quickly opened it, and, as he expected, he found a medium sized, decorative table top box, with painted, glossy vines and birds deigned into it. There was, in the lid, a gap, as if it fit another ornament. Noticing his glance at the gap, Maurice pushed forwards Lycan's gift.
This next gift was the missing pecie. A medieval looking horse statue, with the horn on a unicorn, which fit neatly on top of the box.
Finally, he opened Periwinkle's gift. Inside was a curious looking roll of paper and a small device.
"What's this?" he asked.
"Open the box from uncle." Alfonso instructed with a grin.
So, removing the horse from the top temporarily, he opened the decorative object. Inside, he could perfectly fit the small device, and, within moments, he realized what it was.
"A music box." he muttered, smiling in spite of himself. "Guys, why the heck would you get me a music box? Not exactly my kind of gift, but...."
He stopped, as Maurice finished fitting in the last pecie of the music box and let it play. Instantly, a plesant tune started, a tune he had known from childhood, and that his mother used to sing to him when he was a pup, and that they all sang to each other in turn as new kids joined their family.
"You can use the lock and key to lock it, as it also attaches." Maurice said with an even wider smile.
"We thought you'd be lonely, so we decided on this gift. So you know our thoughts are always with you."
There was a small silence as the happy ring echoed through the house, sounding both sad and sweet in the faint sound of the rain, like the music of long lost childhood.
"..... Now! Let's have cake, shall we?" Alfonso exclaimed briskly, eyeing the cake package hungrily.
THE END