ikaia [★] START OF TIME

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— aine | the pitt | fae druid —

The answer seemed to satisfy her, for the most part.  She imagines for a moment, changing into something else.  A bird, with feathers not fur.  A rabbit, small and fast.  A butterfly, light as air and a myriad of colors.  The thought makes her feel lighter, but she remains as she was.  A small red fox.

Beneath her little black paws, the stream ran over their new discovery.  She happily began examining the stones closer, grinning at Ikaia’s idea.  Their own buried treasure!  "Good idea!" Which stone...?

Aine hummed triumphantly when she found a particularly round stone, smooth and pale gray as the moon.  Gently, she rolled it out of the stream, so it sat on the damp grass beside the water.  "We’ll ‘ave to find a place we’ll remember," she pointed out thoughtfully.  A place with a decent landmark.

"Maybe a tree somewhere..."

— I'll come back when you call me —