The first set of eyes are stygian; they blinked, soft and starry while a pale whiskered nose seeks out the perfume of information tangled in the wind. The rat lifts himself, sitting erect, while pink ears twitch and shiver in the cold. Once Beech has determined the coast is clear, he turns to his chosen brothers and gestures with his paw.
“Quickly – she’s close.”
“But what if this is a trap, Beech?” Breadnut asks – he is similar in size, but his eyes are a bright red that is akin to fresh spilt blood. His wooly curls are dancing in the night breeze, while wry whiskers curl around his face in whimsical shapes. “I’d rather go back home.”
Beech lowers himself. “We must follow the magic, Breadnut. It’s calling to us. It’s calling to you.”
“We should get this over with,” a yawn deafens their conversation as a third rat appears. Barley is scratching his ear vigorously, his fat peachy tail curled around him as he squeaks in satisfaction at a well scratched itch. “I’m hungry.”
“Curse you, Barley. I don’t wish to go.” Breadnut insists he is to stay in their temporary hide, shaking his head at the seal-point rat – for a moment, their eyes meet; Barley’s eyes are similar, but instead of bright, they are a rich burgundy.
“Enough. We were made for this.”
The boys sit together in silence for a moment. Their little noses quiver as they exchange glances.
Barley finally sighs, “Breadnut, Beech is right. You can do this. We can do this.”
The curly one nods, and while he’d still prefer to stay home, he would join his brethren. “You’re right, she is our home now.”
And with that, all three rats would climb down from their burrow and advance into the night. It wouldn’t take them long, brushing through the thicket hastily, though all three harbored their own apprehensions, they couldn’t deny the pull towards their new home, their new leader.
And alas, with their feet tender from the journey and their bodies quaking as they try to grasp at oxygen, they see her.
She was swathed in shades of night violet and orchid fuchsia, with a long lion’s tail and four attentive ears. A mother of the cosmos, maybe, Breadnut thought to himself, for her eyes were bright like his, reminding him of distant red planets. Even though they had yet to make the connection, the first bond, they could all feel a soft pain in her heart.
Perhaps she longs for family, thought Beech as he grimaced, two folded hands over his chest as if he could relate.
Through an act of leadership, Beech would have approached her first. He couldn’t speak to her yet, but he knew as soon as she would open her heart and reach down to touch him – well he didn’t know, but he had a gut feeling that they’d be able to understand each other better.
Following his courageous act, Barley would follow in suit, and eventually Breadnut was convinced to meet her: Rivane.
Their journey together was to begin marvelously. And not a single rat, not even Breadnut, would ever regret finally finding their home.
Barley, Beech, and Breadnut feel a distinct pull towards the Markets.. towards something, someone. They descend from their home and hide to advance into the night - and upon venturing into the market, they see her. Their bonded, @Rivane.
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