09-08-2020, 01:37 AM
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Diya had spotted the small child from through the window as she milled about. Brows furrowing, her eyes flickered back to the bedroom. Hadn't she tucked the little one in not too long ago? Shaking the thought from her mind, she slipped out, approaching cautiously. She purposefully allowed her paws to thump against the porch as she left the wood, sand parting as she walked. Her eyes scanned the scene, laying upon the ukulele laid held tight.
She would flick an ear at Suitekits murmers, deciding it was not hers to hear. After a moment she would settle behind the cream tabby. Rasping her tongue against the little ones fur, she would hum a soft melody. "My mother played the ukulele, you know?" She would murmer this softly, breath hardly above a whisper. "She taught me some things, long ago. If you'd like, dear, I could fix those strings for you?" she would offer as she laid curled around the small child.
Her eyes would look over the instrument, memories of a time long past flooding her. As she awaited a response, she once again hummed a melody. It was a soft tune, one that she only knew from her past, moments similar to this with her own mother, the one which the small kitten had been named after.
I KNOW WHY YOU'RE MAD AT ME, I'VE GOT DEMON EYES
& THEY'RE LOOKING RIGHT THROUGH YOUR ANATOMY
Diya had spotted the small child from through the window as she milled about. Brows furrowing, her eyes flickered back to the bedroom. Hadn't she tucked the little one in not too long ago? Shaking the thought from her mind, she slipped out, approaching cautiously. She purposefully allowed her paws to thump against the porch as she left the wood, sand parting as she walked. Her eyes scanned the scene, laying upon the ukulele laid held tight.
She would flick an ear at Suitekits murmers, deciding it was not hers to hear. After a moment she would settle behind the cream tabby. Rasping her tongue against the little ones fur, she would hum a soft melody. "My mother played the ukulele, you know?" She would murmer this softly, breath hardly above a whisper. "She taught me some things, long ago. If you'd like, dear, I could fix those strings for you?" she would offer as she laid curled around the small child.
Her eyes would look over the instrument, memories of a time long past flooding her. As she awaited a response, she once again hummed a melody. It was a soft tune, one that she only knew from her past, moments similar to this with her own mother, the one which the small kitten had been named after.
[glow=#7F96D1,2,300]THERE IS A STORM IN THE DISTANCE
THE WIND BREATHING WARNING OF ITS IMMINENCE
THERE IS A LIGHTHOUSE FIVE HUNDRED YARDS DOWN
YOU AND I WILL BE SAFE THERE[/glow]
THE WIND BREATHING WARNING OF ITS IMMINENCE
THERE IS A LIGHTHOUSE FIVE HUNDRED YARDS DOWN
YOU AND I WILL BE SAFE THERE[/glow]
———— [member=874]rexaraneo[/member] & typhoon & officer & info