speak life ✦ keona

[raziel]

Unhealthy were the twins' individual insistences to stay glued to the injured child.  Something had occurred between the two of them, he knew.  Dramatic.  As always.  With irked expression, the faerie sent them away, insisting the more mischievous of the two do something to keep himself occupied without reopening any of his own injuries. Protective as they both were, it took convincing them he'd stay with her to get them to part.  Since his treehouse was a fairly secluded place -- he'd picked it for some peace and quiet after all -- he decided they could spend the day up there.

The basket made for easy travel.  Raziel felt glad they had it since he felt like carrying her directly from the scruff could do more harm than good.  What the girl needed was rest, some space, and quiet.  No place like his treehouse.  Well, as long as Suvi was out and about, and given the time of day, she likely was.  Indeed, the building was quiet as he'd left it as he brought her inside.  That's good.

He loved his dear Suvi, but she had energy unlike all of his other children, the remaining triplets included.  Perhaps that made sense though, considering her youth.  His elder children ought to be young adults now, and the remaining triplets Suvi's age or a little older, varying.  Fae rarely aged by exact time.  Indeed, Raziel felt rather certain Keona herself had been born much longer ago than she appears to have.

All the more shame on the soul who thought it right to pluck her away from home.

All the more shame on the soul who ended up tearing up the twins somehow through that very action.

All the more shame on the soul who set in motion the course of events that left her in the conditon she was now in.

Forgive us our trespasses... As we forgive those who trespass against us. Some things weren't easy to let go.  Raziel hoped the twins would not be so consumed in rage that they tear up each other, then others as well.  It got them nowhere.  Raziel hoped Keona learned in her own time, that anger was not the proper response.  Anger was self-indulgent.  It'd only do harm in the end.  The unfortunate cycle.

The canine set up a small place, consisting primarly of blankets and pillows for his neice.  A little nook of space between shelf and wall and window.  There, he'd let her take a chance to rest somewhere not confided to her basket.  When he felt satisfied with where she was set up and that it'd be a comfortable place, Raziel shifted through his shelves.  His brow creased thoughtfully as he ran through different titles.

"I find a good book is the best way to pass the time," the faerie pointed out, muttering titles of various literature under his breath.  What to start with?  Unlikely Keona did any reading due to a distinct lack of braille and... Well, neither twins had been active readers.  "Ah, here it is. Would you like to hear The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe?"

I think she'll like this one.

// [member=265]Keona.[/member]

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[Keona.]

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✯ — keona sibéal ó faoláin. female. striker of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

Indeed, the persistant presence of her father and uncle -- still arguing with one another over... Something -- wieghed heavily on the child.  She grew tired of it rather quickly and as such, did not mind her other uncle's interference.  Raziel was still a somewhat unfamiliar figure in her life.  The elder brother of her father and his twin.  The father of her cousin, Suvi, too, though Keona knew little of the vibrant wolf pup.  Too energetic and quiet all at once; not an easy girl to communicate with.

Raziel seemed of a quieter, more studious nature than his younger brothers.  A fact she quite liked in honesty, though she knew little of the literate world.  As such, her brows creased lightly at the mention of books.  That must be what the smell is, she thinks.  Old pages.  She liked it.  Her ears perked as he muttered, tilting her head as he moved around the building.  A miniature library.  An amused smile lifted her lips.

"Tá," she murmured, shifting a little on her mountain of soft comforts.  The lion, the witch and the wardrobe.  A strange sounding trio.  "... Then can you teach me to read, uncail?" She'd heard it possible, but the inqury remained soft-spoken and altogether uncertain.  "I want to know how."

tá mé i dtiúin — ✯