from: http://www.evamob.com/animals/birds/bellbird-ringtone/

[Wk13] Honeymoon

Classical Sass
Aug 25, 2017 · 3 min read

Ruby spotted Fig early that morning. She looked for him every morning; timed her dew-laden walk so she would run into him as she traipsed hopefully across mist-drenched leaves. This morning had him ambling across her path not seconds after she’d began, his long creamy hair rippling gently along his elegant back as he moved.
Ruby headed towards him, her own thick brown hair tufting awkwardly as she hurried. She reached him and nudged him with her shoulder. When he glanced up, whipped egg white strands flitted across her face and stole her breath.

He smirked at her, winking in that teasing way. “Hey Ruby, what’s shaking this morning?”

“Me, running my ass off to say hi to you, mostly,” Ruby said, her blush defying the awkward summit her unruly brown hair had set.

Fig laughed, his mane of feathery snow catching the sunlight in its silken wisps. His every movement filled her nose with tall grass just before rain.
They walked together, forgetting time and food. They nuzzled each other behind bushes and made impressions of their family members until the light began to wane.

Ruby glanced at the stale afternoon sky and put on her primmest Mother Tiger:

“Ruby Tiger! If this isn’t the very last time you wander in the dark! And with the likes of a Tussock! You’ll be lucky to wander at all!”

Fig chuckled. Then his eyes glistened in sudden, serious, excitement. He asked, his voice low with impending adventure,

“What if…what if we stayed out all night, Ruby? We could stay out of sight. The moon would be just for us.”

Ruby felt the heat of his body against hers and couldn’t remember a single thing her mother said about the dangers of the night. She nodded, gripped in the thrall of a sunless wonder that would exist only for her and Fig. They continued their shadowed stroll under the safety of the trees’ eaves.
Minutes, then hours, tiptoed across their cuddling amble. The moon eventually tired of both of them. They’d turned towards their homes in triumph of their illicit nocturnal nuzzling when something sharp nicked their necks. Fig and Ruby both figured they’d hit a branch, but blacked out before they could make sure.

Ruby awoke amidst twigs, grass, and general immobility. She could see Fig next to her, wedged into the same concave jagged mess that surrounded her. As she rolled her eyes down and over the edge of the curved wall of twigs, she spotted four white domes. The immense feathered creature crouching atop the domes peered at her with its bright red beady eyes. Ruby began to scream.

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