10-04-2018, 04:48 PM
[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: constantia; font-size: 11px;"]suvi ó faoláin—
While Cronas may have no concept of emotion, Suvi's very essence often relied on her feelings. The soft glow her golden fur emitted oft changed color, relating specifically to her current mood. The child often acted based on her heart more than her head. One of her twins, the brother named for a bird to match his dark fur, had always been based in his mind. He thought meticulously over every detail. Suvi just wanted him to smile, and puzzling the logic of something had always done that. So she had left him to his books and thorough plans, never quite being able to puzzle together herself, why he seemed to operate so differently from her.
A matter of mind. A matter of view. Suvi wanted to be happy. The happiness of others always made her smile. The bonds she shared; those made her happy too, knowing that she was someone's preferred friend. That she made them happy too. Even if she did not, however, the child did her best to try. There were some faces in this world that she simply failed to bring smiles to. Unfortunate fact. The pup did like dwelling on that thought. If something else made them happy... Well, something else made them happy.
Suvi hoped though... She was enough. For at least someone. That would be enough.
Although, since arriving in this new, strange, pack, the child had yet to truly connect to anyone. Caesar had been cold and rude and mean; she wondered if she should try a different approach, but it seemed to her the fact she did not talk simply agitated him and she would not speak just for him. It did not make sense for her to change for someone who wasn't very nice anyway. Still. It bothered her.
The child had to skitter to a pause when she noticed someone high above her, her paws slipping and sliding - as they oft did when she hit the breaks too sharply - on the grass. Her prey, a dancing butterfly, soon fluttered on its way, vibrant wings glistening in the cracks of light cast by the climbing branches. Suvi tilted her head up sharply, a soft blue glow cast by her fur. A soft, yet high-pitched whine rumbled in the petite direwolf's throat. Deep, chocolate hues gleamed brightly in curiosity. She pressed a paw up on the trunk, raising to her hind legs, but it was not quite as high as she'd like.
Suvi could not climb. A quiet, albeit somehow worried "hmmm..." resounded from the quiet pup, tail wagging hopefully as she regarded the stuck child. Maybe he just needed encouragement? Or someone to catch him? Or did someone else have to climb? Not built for that. Disappointed with the truth, Suvi sat back down with a hmpf before tilting her head up once more and howling.
It was a high sound, almost like her earlier whines, and nowhere near as resounding as the song her father or elder siblings could produce. She tried nonetheless. Her sister had always said with a situation she did not know how to handle, she should call for help. In a pack, this did the trick. Da might hear. He'd be able to help, she was sure.
Anyway, a tree was not the worst place to spend the day. Suvi would keep the other company until someone with the talent she lacked showed up.
[align=right]— mhaighdean uasal bhàn
While Cronas may have no concept of emotion, Suvi's very essence often relied on her feelings. The soft glow her golden fur emitted oft changed color, relating specifically to her current mood. The child often acted based on her heart more than her head. One of her twins, the brother named for a bird to match his dark fur, had always been based in his mind. He thought meticulously over every detail. Suvi just wanted him to smile, and puzzling the logic of something had always done that. So she had left him to his books and thorough plans, never quite being able to puzzle together herself, why he seemed to operate so differently from her.
A matter of mind. A matter of view. Suvi wanted to be happy. The happiness of others always made her smile. The bonds she shared; those made her happy too, knowing that she was someone's preferred friend. That she made them happy too. Even if she did not, however, the child did her best to try. There were some faces in this world that she simply failed to bring smiles to. Unfortunate fact. The pup did like dwelling on that thought. If something else made them happy... Well, something else made them happy.
Suvi hoped though... She was enough. For at least someone. That would be enough.
Although, since arriving in this new, strange, pack, the child had yet to truly connect to anyone. Caesar had been cold and rude and mean; she wondered if she should try a different approach, but it seemed to her the fact she did not talk simply agitated him and she would not speak just for him. It did not make sense for her to change for someone who wasn't very nice anyway. Still. It bothered her.
The child had to skitter to a pause when she noticed someone high above her, her paws slipping and sliding - as they oft did when she hit the breaks too sharply - on the grass. Her prey, a dancing butterfly, soon fluttered on its way, vibrant wings glistening in the cracks of light cast by the climbing branches. Suvi tilted her head up sharply, a soft blue glow cast by her fur. A soft, yet high-pitched whine rumbled in the petite direwolf's throat. Deep, chocolate hues gleamed brightly in curiosity. She pressed a paw up on the trunk, raising to her hind legs, but it was not quite as high as she'd like.
Suvi could not climb. A quiet, albeit somehow worried "hmmm..." resounded from the quiet pup, tail wagging hopefully as she regarded the stuck child. Maybe he just needed encouragement? Or someone to catch him? Or did someone else have to climb? Not built for that. Disappointed with the truth, Suvi sat back down with a hmpf before tilting her head up once more and howling.
It was a high sound, almost like her earlier whines, and nowhere near as resounding as the song her father or elder siblings could produce. She tried nonetheless. Her sister had always said with a situation she did not know how to handle, she should call for help. In a pack, this did the trick. Da might hear. He'd be able to help, she was sure.
Anyway, a tree was not the worst place to spend the day. Suvi would keep the other company until someone with the talent she lacked showed up.
[align=right]— mhaighdean uasal bhàn
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