Post by Cloverheart ✿ on Sept 15, 2015 16:49:54 GMT -5
Weiss sat on one side of the house, her back against the wall. She started blankly at nothing, blowing bubbles in her cheeks. It was pretty early, as she always was an early riser, but of course she was used to it. Silently, she snapped out of her little trance and glanced at the rooms, wondering when the others would get up or if they were going to. Weiss smiled a little to herself, glad she was respected at least. That's one thing she could have, if nothing else. Heaving herself to her feet, her golden and violet cloak made a little 'whoosh' sound as it tucked under the wind. Yawning, she raised her arms and stretched, then pulled them back down and looked around.
Last Edit: Sept 15, 2015 16:50:43 GMT -5 by Cloverheart ✿
Sasha shimmied down from the roof, jumping onto a thick tree branch that was close to the roof, then jumping the rest of the way down. She let out a low grunt of pain as she landed awkwardly, but the pain soon faded away, and she stretched quietly in the middle of the "backyard". She looked over into the yard of the wolves, a slight look of remembrance in her eyes, though she couldn't remember anything that would tie the wolves to herself. She sighed softly; life would be so much simpler if the government let them keep their memories. She weighed the options again, though, and realized that she'd rather live with the emptiness over having the memories and missing her loved ones more than anything. Still, she thought it would make things easier if she could just remember why the wolves were so important to her; she was certain she'd never met any of them, but that could have been false. She really just didn't know anymore.
Post by Cloverheart ✿ on Sept 15, 2015 17:04:11 GMT -5
Weiss sighed, deciding to get some semi-fresh air. Shoving open the door, she pulled her cloak around her and looked around, smelling something with her keen scent. She followed the smell to the backyard. It looks like someone's up already. Trudging over in her black combat boots, she came up beside Sasha. "Good Morning," she remarked kindly. "Thinking about something?" Weiss had noticed the distressed look on her face.
She blinked, pushing her thoughts to the back of her mind, where they'd stay until she was either alone or forced to talk about it. "Nah, just trying to get my memory back. You know how it is," she said, turning her odd red eyes on Weiss, "Are we the only ones awake?" She always noticed how everyone was always very reluctant to get up in the mornings. She didn't really understand it; she'd always loved to watch the sunrise, so she got up before then. That was one memory that they couldn't take from her, at least.
Post by Cloverheart ✿ on Sept 15, 2015 18:37:58 GMT -5
Weiss was about to speak up, but noticed Harley's voice. "Ah, I think not." She waved to him, then turned back to Sasha. "Memories, hmm? I never really bothered with mine. I had a couple scars when I first got here, so I don't think it was very pleasant." She stayed silent for a moment, letting out a sigh. "Look to the future, y'know? Not that we really have one." She glanced down, then shrugged. "I'm going to go prowl around a bit, see what's new and such. I'll see you later." With that, Weiss shifted into her lioness form, her light golden coat creating a shimmer in the sunlight. She stalked off, sniffing the ground.
She let out a soft "psh". Annoyed by her blatant lack of interest in memories, she turned and stuffed her hands into her pockets. "How about you?" she asked and pointed at Harley, "You ever worry about your memories?" I doubt it, she thought to herself, It seems like they've all given up hope. Well, I won't. Oh, who am I kidding? There is no hope. She scowled slightly at her abysmal thoughts, then let a smile light up her face. "Oh, well, what's the point in obsessing over something that's in the past! We should just make new memories!" she exclaimed, and did a slight dance around Harley. (oenomaus)
"Standing here is.... boring," she said and giggled, her face lighting up with happiness like it only did when she was surrounded by people that she liked. "We should go do something. Maybe cook breakfast? I'm sure Weiss would like that when she gets back," she suggested, and touched his cheek lightly, "You could help me of course." She gave him a bright smile. (oenomaus)
"Bacon and eggs?" she suggested, "I'm not much of a cook, but I can at least make eggs." She looked up at him. "And bacon can't be too hard, though I've never really tried cooking it. I suppose it can't hurt to try, though!" She was just trying to seem optimistic. (oenomaus)