Breeze

     You will move 

    with me we will

Blonde Redhead, Loved Despite of Great Faults                                                                                                                                                           

The grass was rocked slowly by Frith's soft light hug, the soft summer breeze that came shortly after pushed the green grass and its dew flowed signaled two rabbits resting their bodies on the dirt. They were small, both of them. Between the grass they were barely recognizable, camouflage in a rabbit in its deed, it was gifted to them a long time ago by Frith on the sky, there was no need for them to use it this morning, they knew each other very well.

Resting on the fresh silhouette of the valley was Pipkin's favorite activity as long as Fiver was there to accompany him. Fiver knew that. Watching the line on the distant horizonts was Fiver's favorite activity, it just came naturally to him like the stations. Pipkin knew that.

They are the best of friends, Fiver would wander around almost touching the sky, Pipkin would follow him asking for him to come down.

-''Fiver I may ask, do you think we are great friends''

-''If I know the best for you and me it's that what you're asking?''

-''I'm sorry I'm asking you questions again''

Fiver moved his body, changing his position to sit on the dirt.

Pipkin would ask him about wonders between the two, there were things he knew the answer, if he would accompany him to a walk close to their burrow or if he would accompany him to silflay at ni-frith together. It's always together then why he doesn't know what to say. Is it that his feeling are scattered around once again or is it that he's scared?. He would wander around often running thought his dreams or his dreams coming to him. Whatever it was he wanted not to rely on them anymore.

Because, mostly of all, Pipkin was with him so he could guide him back from distant lands to the place where they eat flihra on ni-frith, then to the place where they take a walk and finally, he would take him to their borrow and accompany him by his side for them to fall asleep and to do it all again together.

Fiver would feel the breeze moving his brown fur while he was looking at Pipkin who was looking at him too with a happy expression, waiting patiently for what his friend had to say.

His company was like him but shyer in words and doings. He couldn't talk to anyone else as much as he does with Fiver. He shared everything he feels and perceives towards himself and him.

-''You are always there Pipkin my dear friend'' Fiver's tone was almost unhearable, it was soft like the breeze glazing their surroundings playing with Frith's subtle light. Pipkin wouldn't be happier, he was with his best friend, and he didn't need his friend to go far away to know that.

Both started to move away from the dirt and grass surrounding them, walking towards the grass full of flihra Pipkin saw in the morning. Fiver looked at the sky for a moment before following his friend.

One day between their walks he will tell him how much he loves him.

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