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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
Webbed paws and a snow white coat of hydrophobic nature, the tiny hybrid belonged in an aquatic environment. But she was still barely the size of some of many of the seashells she so loved. So small most waves could easily topple her over, even as they stretched their farthest across the shore.
So Rowena didn't jump into the ocean... Though the temptation lingered. Always within the edges of her consciousness. A pull. A drive that made her drift closer and closer to the water. She knew better to panic anyone though... Her father especially. He worried so much. Young as she was, she had a feeling something had happened before.
She'd start smaller. Shallower waters. Until the waves didn't seem so daunting. But she would still play close to the edge. Where the waves only nearly brushed her. Digging moats into the sand to see them fill up, then wash away. Like a game. Giggling whenever a crab fell in, then scampered out. They walked funny.
Rowena lifted her head from her current moat when she heard voices. All of them familiar now. Drayden. Winterhymns. Survivor. "Dia dhuit!" The little tirone called, rounded ears perked.
Drayden was hot? Oh. Oh, his fur did seem a little thick. Much longer than her own. Winterhymns' too. At least they had the beach to cool off on then. That was nice.
[/td][/tr][/table]So Rowena didn't jump into the ocean... Though the temptation lingered. Always within the edges of her consciousness. A pull. A drive that made her drift closer and closer to the water. She knew better to panic anyone though... Her father especially. He worried so much. Young as she was, she had a feeling something had happened before.
She'd start smaller. Shallower waters. Until the waves didn't seem so daunting. But she would still play close to the edge. Where the waves only nearly brushed her. Digging moats into the sand to see them fill up, then wash away. Like a game. Giggling whenever a crab fell in, then scampered out. They walked funny.
Rowena lifted her head from her current moat when she heard voices. All of them familiar now. Drayden. Winterhymns. Survivor. "Dia dhuit!" The little tirone called, rounded ears perked.
Drayden was hot? Oh. Oh, his fur did seem a little thick. Much longer than her own. Winterhymns' too. At least they had the beach to cool off on then. That was nice.
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( *+☽ ━━━━━━━━━ rowena / the palm glades / [color=#2B3E69]tags)
( *+☽ ━━━━━━━━━ rowena / the palm glades / [color=#2B3E69]tags)