BRINGING IT ALL TOGETHER. (P. Loner)

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    There were many things within nature that were quite obviously meant to entertain the intelligent beings rather then have any others purpose. Dandelions were one thing, a simple tap or blow then the whole thing came apart and drifted through the wind without a care or destination, just simply taking themselves beyond their roots to some place new. Flies, another of the wonders mother nature sent to keep its children from getting in to much trouble. Though infuriating, once one got into the spirit of things they were, like the dandelion heads rather fun to try and catch or trap some place then squish until they were no more. There were also things that were out side of nature that were quite fun. Flute's favorite were much like the dandelions only you could squish them like a fly when you caught them. They were of course bubbles! The cub had found a bottle of bubble mix at the back of the nursery and was out side of the ivy covered den waving the stick around in hope to create the liquid spheres that's clear, fragile shell was marbled with purples and greens in the light before catching as many as she could and watching those that escaped disappear into the distant blue sky.

    (sorry, I'll be even more inactive over the week end, but I won't be quick to abandon the thread)


    Bubbles, of all the things jinora had seen in her life, the transparent floating spheres with iridescent swirls from the light reflecting off of them, had been something the slightly older snow leopard had never seen before. Even spirits did not look like those charming floating things. That Jinora found the little cub alone playing with those things in silent fascination was, like a light in a darker place for her. That there could be such simplicity in life was a thing the eight moon old soul wished she could find again.


    So the apprentice approached. She was quiet, for she knew that as soon as her presence became known she would feel like the moment was spoiled. For the same reason, Jinora did not come too close, for she stopped about a lion's length away. She had seen the little snow leopard around a bit, and knew that Flute was shy so it would be better to not encroach on her space without permission.

    Without even noticing the one who was watching her at first, the little cub found that the bubbles were rather distracting. As she began to become more and more fascinated with them the camp around her sort of disappeared and became some distant world that had no links to her. She was utterly captured by the trance set upon her by the floating orbs that were wet and soapy and glistered like a watery star. For the life of her the 2 moon old could not understand how they had come to be nor what they were made of, what they were made from, she had just found this tube of mixture somewhere and now here she was, making watery jewels. One by one, she popped them as soon as they were make then made more and repeated the process over and over again. Then, when spinning around to catch a pesky bubble that had gone behind her she noticed a rather large version of herself. or rather a snow leopard at least. Steropaw had transformed into a snow leopard in front of her but, still, it stopped her in her tracks. Slowly, the youngster started to back off, wanted to put distance between her and the stranger and hopefully the den if she could make it that far. Her little body trembled as she stooped low, not taking her wide blue eyes away from the similarly bodied apprentice as she didn't want to take any risks. Anger, violence, being hurt were her biggest fears.

    Jinora closed her eyes when she saw the cub backing away thinking that if it was clear that she were not looking at Flute, it would be a little less intimidating. she still listened closely to how the slightly younger cub was moving however. She did not try to approach, or pursue the cub, "Please relax, I am not going to hurt you." Jinora admitted, in a soft but clear tone of voice, the kind that was meant to belong to someone who really did not hurt anyone. Jinora was not the type to do such things when ever it could be avoided.