09-15-2018, 11:12 PM
[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: constantia; font-size: 11px;"]suvi ó faoláin—
While the pup knew language, or some, she did not speak any. Her ears perked up sharply, before flicking back down, head snapping to attention. Unfamiliar face. Tense gait. Her eyes dart. Fight or flight? She does not want to move. If she moved, how would she find her way back? How would her siblings find her? The feline was not that big, but Suvi was no combatant. She had no interest in a fight. Another whine threatens to build in her throat, panic squeezing her chest.
Suvi? Her head turns once more, fully attentive at the sound of her name. Brothers? Sister? No. It was a voice she had not heard in some time. The musical Gaelic floating through her ears. Da. She's on her feet a second later, practically barreling into the other canine's chest.
Silently, she gazes back towards the ocean, teeth catching her lip. Her father had gone away some moons ago. Business. Promises to visit. They'd gone on with their lives, patiently. Was that the next step here? She had never been separated from her brothers and sister. Only her father. Now he was the only family at her side.
She bats a paw in the air, directed towards the wooden planks, frowning. Her head shook, hoping he accepted her uncertainty in answer. The ones who had taken her from home had been strangers. Unknown. She was not even sure they were Fae. Then the boat rides... Suvi had been bewildered and too frightened to understand. No one had harmed her at least, but they had made it clear she was not a simple guest.
No one had ever laid it out for her that Raziel had a target on his back, which in turn, extended to his children. Warily, she pressed closer to her father's side, glancing in between him and the feline. She did notice the scents that hung to their pelts were similiar. Perhaps that meant the stranger was a friend, an ally then. Even so, the possibility of being seperated from her father kept her rooted to his side, tail nearly tucked in.
[align=right]— mhaighdean uasal bhàn
While the pup knew language, or some, she did not speak any. Her ears perked up sharply, before flicking back down, head snapping to attention. Unfamiliar face. Tense gait. Her eyes dart. Fight or flight? She does not want to move. If she moved, how would she find her way back? How would her siblings find her? The feline was not that big, but Suvi was no combatant. She had no interest in a fight. Another whine threatens to build in her throat, panic squeezing her chest.
Suvi? Her head turns once more, fully attentive at the sound of her name. Brothers? Sister? No. It was a voice she had not heard in some time. The musical Gaelic floating through her ears. Da. She's on her feet a second later, practically barreling into the other canine's chest.
Silently, she gazes back towards the ocean, teeth catching her lip. Her father had gone away some moons ago. Business. Promises to visit. They'd gone on with their lives, patiently. Was that the next step here? She had never been separated from her brothers and sister. Only her father. Now he was the only family at her side.
She bats a paw in the air, directed towards the wooden planks, frowning. Her head shook, hoping he accepted her uncertainty in answer. The ones who had taken her from home had been strangers. Unknown. She was not even sure they were Fae. Then the boat rides... Suvi had been bewildered and too frightened to understand. No one had harmed her at least, but they had made it clear she was not a simple guest.
No one had ever laid it out for her that Raziel had a target on his back, which in turn, extended to his children. Warily, she pressed closer to her father's side, glancing in between him and the feline. She did notice the scents that hung to their pelts were similiar. Perhaps that meant the stranger was a friend, an ally then. Even so, the possibility of being seperated from her father kept her rooted to his side, tail nearly tucked in.
[align=right]— mhaighdean uasal bhàn