I'm Not Pleased To Meet You

(October 29th Closed to Crescent/Dixie and myself)

Badger sniffed the air, letting the wind blow through her spotted pelt. It was days like this that always made her kind of smile. Windy days where scents came easy to her and the sun was strong- strong enough for her to feel the intensity of it on her speckled hide. The windy pushed back the long strands of grass, and for a moment, she felt like she could see again. See the golden fronds of grass, waving and rippling like an ocean. The bright, fiery red and orange orb above her head, cropped by the vibrant blue of the sky. She could remember it. For a moment, it was just as if she had closed her eyes. She had closed her eyes and Mortaray was beside her with Onyx and the others. They were all there, laughing and singing and playing. The only difference was, when that moment was over, and she opened her eyes, the brilliant colours of the world did flood her vision.

The darkness remained. Mortaray was still gone. Onyx was still gone. The laughter was... Well... It wasn't entirely gone.

Smiling softly, she turned her head to her present companion; Crescent. The girl was still doofy as ever, but she made awful good company, even the blind canine could admit that. Along with Dusty, Crescent was one of the few who could ever make her forget about, well, everything. Her pain, sorrow, loss. It all dissipated if she had her head thrown back, laughing as her adopted sibling said something particularly funny. It was nice, to be able to focus on those who she had, and not those who she lost. It was somewhat of a nice change for the spotted female, and she hoped that her friend felt the same. Badger could only hope that Crescent enjoyed her company as much as she did.

"Hey, Crescent, you like hanging out with-" The mixed-eyed Dalmatian slowly began, cocking her head as she spoke, quickly halting though, as she realized that the doofy girl wasn't walking alongside her, anymore. Frowning, she turned around, attempting to catch Crescent's scent.

Frowning, she perked her ears. "Crescent," Badger woofed softly, "What's keeping you?"

(Eeep, sorry for the minor god modding, I just kinda had to use it to set the scene, sowwy xP)

"I tripped-ded! Sowwy Badger!"

She'd indeed fallen, tripped over a gopher hole which had angered the gopher family returning from an outing in the Savannah. They returned home to find a down turned dalmatian puppy with her foot caught in the hole. Successfully freeing herself but getting chastised by the gophers in the process, Crescent returned to Badger's side. "Gophers are MEAN," she exclaimed, pressing her nose against Badger's cheek, "I'm here! I'm here!"

How Crescent could fall when she COULD see and Badger didn't did confuse the beans out of the doofus of a female. Badger'd taken her on an outing to let Partner rest a bit. She was glad for the company of Badger anyway, she had been worried about the friendly bi-color eyed dalmatian.

"Where're we goin' Badger? We goin' to the watering hole? Are ya thirsty?"

The dull voice reached the fluffy ears of another female dog in the area who's head raised at the loud barks. "What on earth...?"

The feeling of Crescent's nose against her cheek brought relief to the blind pup. Touch always helped to reassure her, at this point. Sure, hearing and smelling someone was also nice, but even the smallest touch just allowed her to remember that everything was still there. Nothing had changed. The ground was still hard and dry, the wind was still strong, and Crescent's nose was still wet. Touch helped her to remember and imagine. It was easy to imagine Crescent, with her one black ear, big smile, and shiny, wet nose. Touch helped her to remember things she had never even remembered learning, but, at that moment, the spotted female was sure that Crescent's nose had always been shiny and wet.

"You had me worried for a second there," Badger laughed, beginning to walk once more, "This wind makes it hard to smell or hear you," She mumbled, turning her head slightly. Owning up to the fact that her disability made her, blatantly, disabled was still a sore spot for the pup. She hated how it made her feel like she was somehow now... Weaker than everyone else. Like a liability.

Blinking, she tried to clear her head. Crescent, she knew, didn't judge her or think less of her. Crescent was her friend. "I don't really know where we're going, to be honest," The spotted female said, laughing slightly, "The watering hole doesn't sound like a bad idea, though. I am kinda thirsty, now that you mention it," Badger smiled, giving a small nod of her head.