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Home. An odd concept at times. Most children simply accepted the place they lived as home. Especially when introduced young. Aine felt less certain. Home, to her, remained the place she grew up in.
A little cottage out of the way. Peaceful. A meadow. Vibrant with life. Nothing ever went wrong... Until it did. Then the little fox found herself so faraway, constantly glancing back behind her. Blistering heat and towering trees. Strange, violent-oriented surroundings.
Her nights remained peaceful, for the most part. Broken only for the occasional nightmare. Or a memory? Burning... Everything burning. Mother. Brother. Did they burn too? A question for her father, who she still curled up besides on most nights, ever a child afraid of sleeping alone.
Did her father view the Pitt as home? Something felt wrong about that. Aine knew a great deal went on in his head. Her da was smart. And distant, most times. She wonders how he feels about his place here, for she still fails to understand her own. Her hazel hues grew more and more sharp everyday, brows creasing more often in the curiosity that she might not fit the typical mold. For good or bad?
Aine hardly desired to change herself for anyone. Rather she lit up whenever she pleased someone, being herself, like when she made her garden. All the while she remained, most oblivious to less pleasant things around her. For now.
As the child trotted towards the jungle, eager to check on her plants, she passed by a face she failed to place a name to. Should she ever need to, she realized, quite uneasily, she'd seem rude for not knowing. Slowly, the petite vixen crept towards the stranger, currently-golden eyes flickering up in terribly shy curiosity.
"Dia dhuit," her words present themselves as a quiet offering, soot-colored paws shuffling one over the other sheepishly. "I don' know you... 'm Aine."
[/td][/tr][/table]A little cottage out of the way. Peaceful. A meadow. Vibrant with life. Nothing ever went wrong... Until it did. Then the little fox found herself so faraway, constantly glancing back behind her. Blistering heat and towering trees. Strange, violent-oriented surroundings.
Her nights remained peaceful, for the most part. Broken only for the occasional nightmare. Or a memory? Burning... Everything burning. Mother. Brother. Did they burn too? A question for her father, who she still curled up besides on most nights, ever a child afraid of sleeping alone.
Did her father view the Pitt as home? Something felt wrong about that. Aine knew a great deal went on in his head. Her da was smart. And distant, most times. She wonders how he feels about his place here, for she still fails to understand her own. Her hazel hues grew more and more sharp everyday, brows creasing more often in the curiosity that she might not fit the typical mold. For good or bad?
Aine hardly desired to change herself for anyone. Rather she lit up whenever she pleased someone, being herself, like when she made her garden. All the while she remained, most oblivious to less pleasant things around her. For now.
As the child trotted towards the jungle, eager to check on her plants, she passed by a face she failed to place a name to. Should she ever need to, she realized, quite uneasily, she'd seem rude for not knowing. Slowly, the petite vixen crept towards the stranger, currently-golden eyes flickering up in terribly shy curiosity.
"Dia dhuit," her words present themselves as a quiet offering, soot-colored paws shuffling one over the other sheepishly. "I don' know you... 'm Aine."
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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