Mama
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A band played music from the wide stage in the grand ball room- filling the the air with the light sounds of the violin, fine touches of the viola, and the deep but gentle bass of the cello. The players leaned in time with the music, their light grey ears twitching as they told the story of two doves, the tale was unwoven as they played. The rush of it brought the party to life as guests crowded in groups, the upper class chatting quietly, telling of the latest gossip and telling jokes they claimed an ownership to. Cooks and waiters/waitresses bustled about, bringing rounds of cheese on crackers or the most recently poured champagne, sparkling in fragile wine glasses.
Through the rush of partygoers and their elegant attire, a pair of blue eyes caught those of a beautiful dame. Her golden hair was done up in a sloppy yet manageable bun, short bangs falling in front of her brown eyes. She gave a small wave to him, who politely excused himself from yet another boring story from one of his father's business associates. As he made his way over to her, the handsome young pup felt lost among the taller, more proper peoples that had attended the celebration.
After weaving between crowds and pardoning himself a dozen times, he finally met with her. He courtsied, and introduced himself. "My name is Leonard my lady, might I know yours?" Leonard looked upon her with those smiling blue eyes. "My name is Daphne, Leonard and I am pleased to meet you. Your father has had such a great bout of luck, hasn't he?" She spoke with a clear and well articulated voice. "He has." Leonard said, smiling. Then the band changed it's tune, changed it to a slow but building waltz. Daphne looked up to the band and then back at Leonard, who had courtsied and held out a paw for her to take. "Have this dance with me?" He asked. Daphne took the grey paw in her golden one and they proceeded to the dance floor, where several couples had already flocked and were swaying in time with the music. Once there, she held his other, smaller paw and stooped a bit so they could see eye to eye. Leonard was excited to be dancing with Daphne, his young heart beat rapidly but he kept his posture. He had to, it was expected of him. He was the heir to his father's throne and fortune, wasn't he?
The two danced in rhythm with each other, not stumbling once. The fact that Leonard stood on Daphne's feet as they danced may have contributed. The song was halfway over when Leonard felt a heavy paw on his shoulder, he turned his head around to face a black muzzle. "Hey, little man." The muzzle barked in a friendly manner. "Mind if I finish this dance with my girl?" Daphne crouched to Leonard. "This is Harold, he's my fiancee. Could he have a turn with me on the dance floor?" Leonard looked a little heartbroken, but nodded his head. Daphne planted a kiss atop his head and Leonard's spirit soared again. "I had a fun time dancing with you, Leonard. Now why don't you go on over to your father, I see him waiting over there." She pointed to a larger, darker grey wolf who stood watching his son and smiling. Daphne patted his back. "Go on now." Leonard waved a little good-bye and made his way to his father's side. He watched Daphne dance with Harold, their eyes locked as they swayed.
Leonard sighed and that sighed reached his father's ears. He put one paw on Leonard's head and ruffled his fur. "Its okay son," he laughed. "You are only about ten years too late." Leonard smiled and hugged his father's leg, who picked him up and carried him over to the snack table. Where Leonard pointed out a few pasties he wanted.
He took the pastries and sat on a chair beside his father, trying to keep the melting sugar from dripping onto his party clothes. "I miss her too, Leonard." His father said. "Your mother I mean." Leonard nodded. "Daphne looks like mama." Leonard said, setting down a powdered cookie. "I know. When I saw you two dancing, that was all I thought about. You and your mom, how I, a scruffy old hound got such a darling young pup, we may never know." His father smiled. "But. You, youre going to be a handsome, well-chiseled young wolf on the prowl." Leonard laughed at this, his father did too. The younger wolf ate another sweet before leaning on his father's side, sleep making his eyelids droop. After a minute or two, Leonard was fast asleep, his head on his father's lap.
In Leonard's dream however, he was nuzzled up next to his mother. Her soft fur comforting him in his nightmares, her warmth giving him a sense of security. "I love you mama." He said aloud. His father brought a paw from the back of the chair and pet Leonard's head gently.
"We both love you, Leonard." He said. "Don't we, Penelope?" Leonard's father looked to his left, his mind picturing his love beside him, watching their sleeping pup lie between them. "He's growing up so fast." Penelope spoke. His father nodded. "Yes, yes he is."