Post by Truttle on Sept 7, 2004 23:57:44 GMT -5
After everything was back in order. The days went by pretty smoothly. Visiting Cynthia had become a regular ritual. Sioul was good with playing with Lars and his friends. The days led into weeks and the weeks into months. The weather had begun to get warmer and the snow had melted. Spring was here. The warm weather and the song birds arrived early. I walked out of the cave to find the beautiful scene of spring. The birds were singing the bugs were buzzing. The forest was alive with activity. I was about to go visit Cynthia when I was surprised to find her coming down to see me.
"Hi Cynthia. Good morning. I was just about to go visit you. What brings you here? "
"Hello Truttle. I came to tell you about the spring cotillion.”<br>
“What’s that?”<br>
“Well you know about your salmon run party?”<br>
“Yeah.”<br>
“Well this is a formal ball. An elaborate dance with frequent changing of partners carried out under the leadership of one couple. After a winter without dancing, the first cotillion was always an irresistible event, and this year, as usual, all bears from the newer northern families arrived under the pines early.”<br>
“Dancing?”<br>
“Yes. Could you go with me?”<br>
“Go on Truttle. It’ll be a blast” It was Nanuk. He was up and set to go to the annual cotillion. “I get Sioul ready. So don’t worry about him. You go on with Cynthia.”<br>
“Ulp...very well. If you’d like to. Cynthia. Would you like to accompany to the spring cotillion?”<br>
“Yes. I’d love to!”<br>
Cynthia led me to an area in the forest tucked away in the middle of the scrub oaks, with a fine old stand of pines. These pines are forever shedding their needles, and the needles make the ground an excellent dance floor: slick as can be, perfect for sliding and gliding. Now that spring was here, the area was filled with bears that had come out of hibernation. They squealed happily along with the birds, dancing and pounding the needles with their paws. Bears from the older families arrived later and stood around talking quietly among themselves. But even they couldn’t keep their eyes from shining and their tails from twitching. It was a glorious musical ensemble.
“Come on Truttle! Dance with me!” She stood up on her hind legs and started doing a little dance.
“Ulp…um…I was too scared to mention this but, I don’t think I can.”<br>
“What do you mean?”<br>
“I’ve never danced in my life.”<br>
“You’re kidding!”<br>
I shook my head. “This is the first dance I’ve ever been to.”<br>
“Then it’s about time you got out on the needles.” She said, extending a paw.
I felt a pleasant whir of excitement. “But I don’t know how,”<br>
“I’ll show you. Anyhow, all bears can dance. It’s in our blood.”<br>
“Well…alright. I’ll try.
Cynthia led me out to the dance floor. At that moment the beat was quick. A couple of catbirds were really going at it up in the pines. I was nervously tripping over myself at first but like Cynthia said, all bears can dance, and in no time I was whirling around as if I had been doing it my whole life. We had been dancing the morning away but after a while we began to feel a little flushed.
“Thank you Truttle.” She said, stopping.
I looked around. I saw a log on the floor.
“You’re a real natural, Cynthia.” I said to Cynthia, leading her to the log, to sit down. ”I was such a klutz out there.” I said happily. “But I had fun!”<br>
“Isn’t it the best? We’ve got to do it again soon.”<br>
“Sure! I’d like that.”<br>
“Good. Phew! What a work out.”<br>
I sniffed and noticed that I had worked up a musky odor on the dance floor. I would have to take a quick bath in the lake.
“Would you like to cool off a bit and take a dip in the lake?” I asked.
“Alright. A swim would be refreshing.”<br>
“A swim, yes.” It certainly sounded better than “a bath.”<br>
As we trotted off, my paws hardly felt the pebbles and twigs on the forest floor. What a remarkable place this was even after winter. We reached the lake and splashed around merrily. Even though it was only March, the lake wasn’t too chilly. Washing off the odor I worked up while dancing it suddenly dawn upon me. I just realized that I had forgotten about my friends back at the salmon run. They will be waking up from hibernation. And I’m still way off over here. I swam straight to shore and shook myself dry.
“I’m afraid I have to be going.”<br>
“Why? Where are you going?”<br>
“I left some friends back at the place I came from. They had a few problems they were dealing with humans. I figured they’d be safe while they hibernated, but now that its spring, the humans may be more active as well. They might need my help. So I need to go back”<br>
“Oh. I see. Will you be coming back?”<br>
“Well I think that I might sometime. I loved the time I that I spent here. It was fun.”
"Well," she said. "Truttle, you showed me a wonderful time. I'm glad everything worked out for the best. I hope to see you again."
"I look forward to it!"
“Could you at least wait until tomorrow?”<br>
“Okay. I can wait.”<br>
“Before you go I’d like to give you something to remember me by. It’s another song that I’d like to sing to you. I hope you like it.”<br>
She began singing her song. It was another beautiful song just as lovely as the first one she sang to me. We stayed by the lake until sunset.
(OOC: I had a song for this but I have to figure out how to create the link. I’m working on it. Hopefully with a little help, I’ll have it up as soon as I can. In the meantime. I hope everyone enjoys these posts. I’ll join the LWK story now. Soon enough.”)
(Second OCC: Okay here's the second song.
truttle.bbear.org/12%20Can%e7%e4o%20do%20povo.mp3
Hope you like it.)
"Hi Cynthia. Good morning. I was just about to go visit you. What brings you here? "
"Hello Truttle. I came to tell you about the spring cotillion.”<br>
“What’s that?”<br>
“Well you know about your salmon run party?”<br>
“Yeah.”<br>
“Well this is a formal ball. An elaborate dance with frequent changing of partners carried out under the leadership of one couple. After a winter without dancing, the first cotillion was always an irresistible event, and this year, as usual, all bears from the newer northern families arrived under the pines early.”<br>
“Dancing?”<br>
“Yes. Could you go with me?”<br>
“Go on Truttle. It’ll be a blast” It was Nanuk. He was up and set to go to the annual cotillion. “I get Sioul ready. So don’t worry about him. You go on with Cynthia.”<br>
“Ulp...very well. If you’d like to. Cynthia. Would you like to accompany to the spring cotillion?”<br>
“Yes. I’d love to!”<br>
Cynthia led me to an area in the forest tucked away in the middle of the scrub oaks, with a fine old stand of pines. These pines are forever shedding their needles, and the needles make the ground an excellent dance floor: slick as can be, perfect for sliding and gliding. Now that spring was here, the area was filled with bears that had come out of hibernation. They squealed happily along with the birds, dancing and pounding the needles with their paws. Bears from the older families arrived later and stood around talking quietly among themselves. But even they couldn’t keep their eyes from shining and their tails from twitching. It was a glorious musical ensemble.
“Come on Truttle! Dance with me!” She stood up on her hind legs and started doing a little dance.
“Ulp…um…I was too scared to mention this but, I don’t think I can.”<br>
“What do you mean?”<br>
“I’ve never danced in my life.”<br>
“You’re kidding!”<br>
I shook my head. “This is the first dance I’ve ever been to.”<br>
“Then it’s about time you got out on the needles.” She said, extending a paw.
I felt a pleasant whir of excitement. “But I don’t know how,”<br>
“I’ll show you. Anyhow, all bears can dance. It’s in our blood.”<br>
“Well…alright. I’ll try.
Cynthia led me out to the dance floor. At that moment the beat was quick. A couple of catbirds were really going at it up in the pines. I was nervously tripping over myself at first but like Cynthia said, all bears can dance, and in no time I was whirling around as if I had been doing it my whole life. We had been dancing the morning away but after a while we began to feel a little flushed.
“Thank you Truttle.” She said, stopping.
I looked around. I saw a log on the floor.
“You’re a real natural, Cynthia.” I said to Cynthia, leading her to the log, to sit down. ”I was such a klutz out there.” I said happily. “But I had fun!”<br>
“Isn’t it the best? We’ve got to do it again soon.”<br>
“Sure! I’d like that.”<br>
“Good. Phew! What a work out.”<br>
I sniffed and noticed that I had worked up a musky odor on the dance floor. I would have to take a quick bath in the lake.
“Would you like to cool off a bit and take a dip in the lake?” I asked.
“Alright. A swim would be refreshing.”<br>
“A swim, yes.” It certainly sounded better than “a bath.”<br>
As we trotted off, my paws hardly felt the pebbles and twigs on the forest floor. What a remarkable place this was even after winter. We reached the lake and splashed around merrily. Even though it was only March, the lake wasn’t too chilly. Washing off the odor I worked up while dancing it suddenly dawn upon me. I just realized that I had forgotten about my friends back at the salmon run. They will be waking up from hibernation. And I’m still way off over here. I swam straight to shore and shook myself dry.
“I’m afraid I have to be going.”<br>
“Why? Where are you going?”<br>
“I left some friends back at the place I came from. They had a few problems they were dealing with humans. I figured they’d be safe while they hibernated, but now that its spring, the humans may be more active as well. They might need my help. So I need to go back”<br>
“Oh. I see. Will you be coming back?”<br>
“Well I think that I might sometime. I loved the time I that I spent here. It was fun.”
"Well," she said. "Truttle, you showed me a wonderful time. I'm glad everything worked out for the best. I hope to see you again."
"I look forward to it!"
“Could you at least wait until tomorrow?”<br>
“Okay. I can wait.”<br>
“Before you go I’d like to give you something to remember me by. It’s another song that I’d like to sing to you. I hope you like it.”<br>
She began singing her song. It was another beautiful song just as lovely as the first one she sang to me. We stayed by the lake until sunset.
(OOC: I had a song for this but I have to figure out how to create the link. I’m working on it. Hopefully with a little help, I’ll have it up as soon as I can. In the meantime. I hope everyone enjoys these posts. I’ll join the LWK story now. Soon enough.”)
(Second OCC: Okay here's the second song.
truttle.bbear.org/12%20Can%e7%e4o%20do%20povo.mp3
Hope you like it.)