03-07-2021, 01:24 AM
[table][tr][td]
[/td][td]
[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
Fire. The tiny kitten had little to no experience with it. Flames were kept small on board her mother's ship. Controlled. It never crackled and danced. Never like what sat in front of her. Reflecting within large seagreen hues. A wild light.
Webbed paws crept a little closer. Before edging back. Snow white fur raising slightly. It certainly got hot up close. And a coconut soon captured her brief attention. Nosing it slightly and giggling at the liquid swishing inside. Rounded ears perked idly. Caught Winterhymns dismissive voice. Unaware of his plight but... Sensing a lie.
Adults rarely meant it when they said 'I'm fine'. But she didn't like to push. Didn't see anything amiss. So maybe he really was. She didn't know. But she did know he was the one who made the big fire. So that was cool.
"[abbr=hello/god to you]Dia dhuit!" Best to be polite and say hello, even if she was rocking on her paws, focus seeming to flicker from Winterhymns to the flames, and back again.
"How did you make the big fire?" Rowena asked brightly, head falling to one side. Eyes rapt in attention (for the moment). After all, she'd never seen wood just... Light up. He must've done something to it. There didn't seem to be a candle anywhere either...
[/td][/tr][/table]Webbed paws crept a little closer. Before edging back. Snow white fur raising slightly. It certainly got hot up close. And a coconut soon captured her brief attention. Nosing it slightly and giggling at the liquid swishing inside. Rounded ears perked idly. Caught Winterhymns dismissive voice. Unaware of his plight but... Sensing a lie.
Adults rarely meant it when they said 'I'm fine'. But she didn't like to push. Didn't see anything amiss. So maybe he really was. She didn't know. But she did know he was the one who made the big fire. So that was cool.
"[abbr=hello/god to you]Dia dhuit!" Best to be polite and say hello, even if she was rocking on her paws, focus seeming to flicker from Winterhymns to the flames, and back again.
"How did you make the big fire?" Rowena asked brightly, head falling to one side. Eyes rapt in attention (for the moment). After all, she'd never seen wood just... Light up. He must've done something to it. There didn't seem to be a candle anywhere either...
© MADI
idir brí is idir muir, tá mé i dtiúin
( *+☽ ━━━━━━━━━ rowena / the palm glades / [color=#2B3E69]tags)
( *+☽ ━━━━━━━━━ rowena / the palm glades / [color=#2B3E69]tags)