clumsy + intro

[aine.]

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I'll come back when you call me

Stumbling over her paws, the petite vixen nearly ran into her father, as she seemed prone to do.  A dutiful duckling.  Her father always found something interesting though!  She giggled sheepishly and popped her head out from behind him, hazel hues locking curiously on a younger child.

Aine only barely understood the concept of infants sitting in a mother's womb.  But she understood well enough to know the younger foxes among the Pitt called Fourthwall and Jervis their parents.  Like her, they seemed doom to only know one living parent.  But she knew... Somewhat... Jervis' death came with justification.  Her mother's... Her mother had done nothing to anyone, only helped.  She still died in the flames.

Despite common ground, Aine, shy and uncertain, had yet to speak to any of the new children.  In fact she was unaccustomed with younger children entirely.  So she lingered behind her father, ears perked.  Besides, this child in particular... Spoke with intense volume, with strange words she didn't particularly enjoy.  Combined with Aslisk who she typically did not mind, Aine's head felt heavy.

"Salut," the child offered quietly, remaining where she stood, half-hidden by Gael.

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