08-25-2018, 11:10 AM
✯ — female. striker of the typhoon. blind. bio.
While it was not an odd sight for the tiny girl to be seen running across the beach, the youngest of the O Faoláin clan currently lingered outside Capricorn. When she was tired, or bored, it was a nice landmarked place to sit, her legs crossed over each other as she fought with a mess of curls trying to blow away in the sea breeze.
Pale, sea-green hues lingered blankly ahead, made duller with boredom. Her small, nimble hands worked with a rubix cube absently, fingers grazing carefully over little markings in each square. While the puzzle had been fun for a while, her attention was fizzling out more and more every second. The sound of a muffled croak popped it like a balloon, and her interest in the toy vanished away entirely.
Her keen ears picked up slick feet trying - with difficulty - to go up, and the tell-tale signs of another being. Her head quickly tilted, wild curls following, aiming to "look" in the other child's direction as well as possible. "Aloha kakahiaka," she chirped, albeit rather quietly. A tinge of her father and uncles' irish accents had begun linking into her own voice, her Hawaiian spoken with a strange conglomeration of the two cultures.
"Do'you have a frog?" Or a toad, she supposed, since they also croaked.
Pale, sea-green hues lingered blankly ahead, made duller with boredom. Her small, nimble hands worked with a rubix cube absently, fingers grazing carefully over little markings in each square. While the puzzle had been fun for a while, her attention was fizzling out more and more every second. The sound of a muffled croak popped it like a balloon, and her interest in the toy vanished away entirely.
Her keen ears picked up slick feet trying - with difficulty - to go up, and the tell-tale signs of another being. Her head quickly tilted, wild curls following, aiming to "look" in the other child's direction as well as possible. "Aloha kakahiaka," she chirped, albeit rather quietly. A tinge of her father and uncles' irish accents had begun linking into her own voice, her Hawaiian spoken with a strange conglomeration of the two cultures.
"Do'you have a frog?" Or a toad, she supposed, since they also croaked.
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