Thread: â harvest moon ~ (dream/kitten)

Once, the fresh, August air was thought a burden by a particular valley inhabitant. After her sudden arrival from the clutches of the bustling city, she was greeted with an overwhelming waft of salty sea air and an uncomfortable dose of pollen. The first few weeks were indescribable hell. She found herself visiting the local physician more then she had planned. She remembered the countless days she'd spend holed up in her hotel room with the windows sealed shut to prevent any more cumbersome summer allergy inducers from ruining her stay. But now, she'd give anything to be bothered by the valleys impish little impurities. No longer had it been a temporary hovel, but a permanent home. A home to her career, a home to her friends, a home to a man in which she would travel to the ends of the earth for, even if it only meant hearing him whisper her name. A familiar low light lined the subtle dirt roads that traveled through the entire countryside. The ornery light fixtures cast shadows where they were otherwise were unwanted, but allowed a tempest pair of jade eyes to see familiar colors. Burning orange and subtle baby blue ribbons draped the entrances to the inn and left the French styled light fixtures conjoined. Throngs upon throngs of children scampered down the chipped sidewalks toting with them bags filled to the brim with goodies, while others flaunted their decorative masks and fire-crackers. The green-eyed woman stopped dead in her tracks as only to observe the unused firecrackers the children had, only to be greeted by a kind, innocent voice. Tattoo lady? Ever so startled, the tall woman peered downward only to be overwhelmed with nostalgic merriment. Pepper Jack! She dropped her bags and suitcase, then swung her arms around the boy ... the boy that was no longer a boy, but a growing young man. Over a period of ten months he had grown dramatically. I missed you, she whispered, placing a chaste kiss on the child's cheeks. They were sticky, no doubt from the candy he'd been munching in, and had an essence of saltwater toffee. 'Stelle stop! Your embarrassing me! He squirmed though could not deny the embrace this woman had gifted him with. I'm gonna go tell momma! he cried gleefully. Estelle reached out, clutched the child's shoulder and hoisted her finger to her full lips. Shh. Don't tell anyone yet, alright? she questioned. The child nodded, collected his spoils, and proceeded off with his group of colorful friends leaving Estelle to continue her trek. She drank in the familiar buildings - the bar, the shops, the homes - and sights of people. The place she wanted to be most of all at that moment was her own home. As she traveled further away from the town center, the lights and collections of people grew tinier. She made note of the couples that traveled along the boardwalk pointing at the stars, something she could not wait to do with her special summon. It didn't take long for her to arrive. Her home, as she remembered it, was ensconced amongst of a copse of massive oak trees. She veered up the steps, pried open the door and dropped each piece of her luggage only to drink in the clean scent of her home. It's ... so nice to be back. listulistulistulistulistulistu