The morning dew sparkled on the reeds and blades of grass across the plain, the chill of the night passing slowly with each inch the sun crept up in the distance. The cool flora licked at Dagur's feet and thighs as he sauntered by the sleeping animals.
He hummed a little tune as he toted a basket full of the morning's bounty. A cluster of different fruits and other delicious goodies over-filled it's brim, falling behind him as he walked and bounced merrily along.

He heard a branch crack behind him, causing him to spin around in fear. What if someone was stalking him for their own breakfast? He started shaking in his loin cloth as he wondered just what would be picking him from his teeth soon.

He heard a rustling to his side and before he knew what was happening, a large gazelle popped out of the grass and started eating his breakfast. He was taken aback by the creatures beauty.

The gazelle lifted his head and looked into Dagur's eyes.

"Aden, really? You scared me half to death."

The gazelle only grinned, mouth full of fruit, and kissed him gently on the cheek before bounding off into the tall grass again, disappearing with nothing but his adorable little bleat.

*Dagur was left, mouth gaping open as the color rushed to his face turning him the color of the brightest strawberry. *

OLD ART

Another beautiful gift of Dagur from Aden.

Aden+Art© myemetophobia
Dagur+story© whitephoxx