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wt [★] SET YOUR RULE - Keona. - 06-27-2019
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A talent. The petite privateer flicked her tail to and fro, pale hues dancing with thought. What did she consider her talents in the first place? On the warm sand she lingered, close enough for the waves to gently caress her tiny paws. Salt on her tongue. The barest traces of rain in the air, promising a storm despite the clear skies she could not see. Weather-predicting? No. She may be decent at it, but she cared little for 'demonstrating' that 'talent'.Regardless, the weather soothed her. She looked forward to some rain. Good time to read. The fae made a mental note to request a new book from her uncle before the weather turned. Reading is not entertaining to watch. Not to mention it'd feel weird, inviting someone to watch her read. Definitely not. Another 'talent' off the list.
She could not swim. Her climbing skills faltered once she reached a high enough point, scared and uncertain how high she is or how to get down. Her physical combat skills failed against most opponents for she'd barely take any effort to simply step on. Her mental abilities needed honing and her father was currently elsewhere, working behind the scenes in enemy territory.
Her da may have some suggestions, but she wanted to figure this out on her own. A meaningful talent. Eventually, the feline stood up, frowning lightly as she backed away from the waves. Just far enough to begin.
Slowly, Keona traced her paws through the sand, slowly mapping out a small, base structure. Determination fired in her eyes and methodically, she began construction. Everything she did was based on touch; her paws moved over everything carefully with fierce analysis.
A small fortress in the center. Surrounding walls, carefully ridged. A small opening in the place of doors. Decorative seashells. Keona chewed the inside of her cheek as she worked out every finishing touch, ears flicking in mild annoyance whenever her cousin's raven, Fiachra, hopped to close. In exasperation, she build a small nest atop the fortress, double-checking the stability of the packed sand. Fiachra seemed small enough to her.
The end result pleased her enough. A sandcastle larger than her -- not surprising -- featuring an overly pleased raven atop the fortress. Alright.
Re: wt [★] SET YOUR RULE - salem - 07-16-2019
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Dark eyes gleamed through the ever-present pumpkin. Light as a ghost, the small feline trotted forward, curious to see the little faerie molding sand on the beach. His sister came to mind -- joyous laughs and crooked grins, the sound of rushing waves. The boy smiles, though it may not be very visible. To this girl, he doubts it matters. He marvels silently for a time, ever-conscious that it was terribly rude to stare.
He picks at the vines gently curled around his legs for a moment. When the construction is finished, he finds a voice to speak, however muffled. "Could you teach me to build like that?" Keona's paws seemed natural, practiced and at ease with the effort. Salem felt as though the second he tried, he would create a monstrosity of some kind. Sand castles came easy to his sister, just as flowers did.
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Dark eyes gleamed through the ever-present pumpkin. Light as a ghost, the small feline trotted forward, curious to see the little faerie molding sand on the beach. His sister came to mind -- joyous laughs and crooked grins, the sound of rushing waves. The boy smiles, though it may not be very visible. To this girl, he doubts it matters. He marvels silently for a time, ever-conscious that it was terribly rude to stare.
He picks at the vines gently curled around his legs for a moment. When the construction is finished, he finds a voice to speak, however muffled. "Could you teach me to build like that?" Keona's paws seemed natural, practiced and at ease with the effort. Salem felt as though the second he tried, he would create a monstrosity of some kind. Sand castles came easy to his sister, just as flowers did.
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