Snippets and Stories: (WtI) Dog Day Shorts - Gone With the Wind

Silas stared at the redheaded girl, sitting by herself on the bench.

Her eyes were closed and head nestled against the back and armrest. In his chest he felt the telltale tightness and an emotion he refused to acknowledge having felt. Somewhat irate at himself, he purposely leaned back in his own seat, wrenching his eyes away from the brilliant scarlet of her hair, even as the zephyr curled her sleek tresses, sunbeams gleaming and dancing across each strand with a dazzling glint.

The scholar closed his eyes. It was unbecoming to, though he would deny it should anyone found fit to note, ogle someone so.

A mere week earlier he would have addressed her with masculine pronouns, given the guise she had taken when she had first introduced herself, it was only fitting. Yet it didn't stop the quickening pace of his heart when in her presence, nor the sidelong glances he would sneak as she hurried past in a flurry of notes and instruments.

Drabbles: (NS) Some Author's Note

This post is mostly intended for those who sought for the creator's input on the meaning behind the story North Star and to set a straight canon.

Simply put, there is no theme, motif, symbolism, nor allegory intended.

The story is simply about the adventures of a carefree girl who met, befriended, and finally lost, a dear friend. And who, to bring about closure to their decade long game, again plays seeker to pursue them to the far reaches of time and existence, glimpsing and at times very nearly caught up, but never quite catching them. It is uncertain if her friend is intentionally leaving her a trail to follow, nor their motive for doing so.