chasing into the spring breeze - invite

[aine.]

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I'll come back when you call me

Another invite from the Halls?  The Halls?  The petite vixen could have squealed in excitement.  If a loud noise like that even existed within her.  Beaming with the full force of the sun, Aine practically barreled into her father, to shyly look up from him, to Aslisk, to him.  Hazel hues lit up, the thrilled plea already budding inside them.

"Are we gonna go, da?  Le do thoil?" She rocked on her paws, almost bouncing, eyes flashing back up to Aslisk once again.  Curious.  Still excited.  "How is Mr. Vinny?  An'... Wh-... What's the um... Difference between a festival an' dance?" Whatever it was, a festival sounded just as fun.

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —