04-30-2019, 06:27 PM
Inevitable curiosity of the young was no doubt the culprit when the cross fox noticed his daughter had disappeared from the confines of the Pitt's camp. The faerie flicked an ear. And so it goes, he mused absently, having grown well-accustomed to his daughter's tendency to wander.
It was just the two of them now, and however much he knew he could probably trust her to stay in sight of someone, he did not resist the pull to follow. He was still learning the layout of the pyramids, let alone the jungle, but he let his nose guide him. She could not have wandered far. No farther than the jungle at least. Running into the desert would be foolish, even for a child.
Sure enough, the jaguar known as Kydobi had been tailing her as well. And all is well. He cocked his head as he examined the brightly colored insect adorning Aine's nose. Her prey, their fellow Pittian had called it. She must have been chasing it then. He raised a brow. An unsurprising predicament in all honesty. The child was naive and soft; she would never have harmed the creature.
Idly he wondered if these traits would prove troublesome in the future. His kingly cousin was soft, and pacifistic. Both our families suffered for it. He could certainly work on that a little, enough at least, so that she was at least capable of fending for herself.
"An bhfuil tú féin ag baint taitnimh as, Lottie?" The vulpine inquired lightly, regarding his child thoughtfully. "Looks as if you've made a new friend." Another matter of concern he would have to take in account in their new home. Heaven knows he had not seen any other youth running about.
It was just the two of them now, and however much he knew he could probably trust her to stay in sight of someone, he did not resist the pull to follow. He was still learning the layout of the pyramids, let alone the jungle, but he let his nose guide him. She could not have wandered far. No farther than the jungle at least. Running into the desert would be foolish, even for a child.
Sure enough, the jaguar known as Kydobi had been tailing her as well. And all is well. He cocked his head as he examined the brightly colored insect adorning Aine's nose. Her prey, their fellow Pittian had called it. She must have been chasing it then. He raised a brow. An unsurprising predicament in all honesty. The child was naive and soft; she would never have harmed the creature.
Idly he wondered if these traits would prove troublesome in the future. His kingly cousin was soft, and pacifistic. Both our families suffered for it. He could certainly work on that a little, enough at least, so that she was at least capable of fending for herself.
"An bhfuil tú féin ag baint taitnimh as, Lottie?" The vulpine inquired lightly, regarding his child thoughtfully. "Looks as if you've made a new friend." Another matter of concern he would have to take in account in their new home. Heaven knows he had not seen any other youth running about.
"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby
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