03-06-2021, 02:10 AM
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[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #76b8cc; text-align: left; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px"]As an sliogán, Amhrán na Farraige
Tiny, webbed paws skidded over the sand. Sea-green hues bright. The new tirone could not be kept far from the beach. The place she had first touched land. The place she could still reach the ocean. The place covered in that not-wood ground... Sand.
She long since decided she liked sand. Though it did tend to... Stick around. Clung to her snow white fur. Even if her father spent an hour trying to groom her. But she liked the beach a little too much to be particularly bothered.
Rowena liked seashells too. Most were bigger than her though. So were those green sails... Leaves. Most things were. In general. But that was okay. She was rolling a pretty white shell over when she saw a spotted coat, quickly growing distracted and tripping over said shell to wave a little paw at him. "Dia.." How did her father say it? "Dia dhuit!"
The kitten wore a bright smile. Curious. "What're you doing?" Drayden looked older and bigger than her, so it was probably important. Or not... Since everyone was allowed to play and have fun. At least, she thought so.
Of course, if it wasn't very interesting... She'd just go back to her shell. Once she remembered she was sitting on it.
[/td][/tr][/table]She long since decided she liked sand. Though it did tend to... Stick around. Clung to her snow white fur. Even if her father spent an hour trying to groom her. But she liked the beach a little too much to be particularly bothered.
Rowena liked seashells too. Most were bigger than her though. So were those green sails... Leaves. Most things were. In general. But that was okay. She was rolling a pretty white shell over when she saw a spotted coat, quickly growing distracted and tripping over said shell to wave a little paw at him. "Dia.." How did her father say it? "Dia dhuit!"
The kitten wore a bright smile. Curious. "What're you doing?" Drayden looked older and bigger than her, so it was probably important. Or not... Since everyone was allowed to play and have fun. At least, she thought so.
Of course, if it wasn't very interesting... She'd just go back to her shell. Once she remembered she was sitting on it.
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( *+☽ ━━━━━━━━━ rowena / the palm glades / [color=#2B3E69]tags)
( *+☽ ━━━━━━━━━ rowena / the palm glades / [color=#2B3E69]tags)