02-09-2020, 03:25 PM
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Instead, she focuses on the present. On her daily lessons with her father. On practicing, applying knowledge. On finding fun when she could. On literally everything else but thinking backwards. Looking back helped nobody. Except... As a point of reference, perhaps.
The little fox was continuing to struggle finding mastery in her most potent ability. Mostly due to a lack of focus and a lack of self-encouragement. She felt frustrated with herself. Impatient. She could only seem to move the earth, find the connection in moments of need. A defense mechanism. An effective defense mechanism, but Aine sought out the skill to connect to the earth at any time. Not simply as a means of defense.
She knew she could. She just... Needed a more effective place to start. Less aggressive. As the gears in her brain turned desperately for a new angle, her hazel hues landed on the wolf passing by. Caustic? Caustic. Not too far from her... "Mr... Mr. Caustic?"
"Can... Can you stand right there? Just for... Just for a second? Please? I need a... Red line." That made sense.
Assuming he complied, the girl pushed her paws into the ground beneath her, a sudden sharp intensity flaring in her eyes. The intense focus she often attempted to hold onto when practicing. Regardless of whether he moved or not, she had the distance... Felt the distance. As Aine chewed the inside of her cheek, little flowers began sprouting between the two of them, only to stop somewhere half way.
"Oh." Not as far as she liked. But it wasn't bad… Her ears flicked backwards sheepishly. "Merci beaucoup, Caustic! I... Don' think I can make them go any farther." She rocked on her paws. "…Do you like flowers?"
I'll come back when you call me
Aine doesn't like thinking of the past. Of a little cottage in the woods. A country of immortal creatures like her family. A mother, laughing and humming lullabies. She doesn't like thinking of it all because soon enough the flames engulf her mind's eye. Smoke. Ash.Instead, she focuses on the present. On her daily lessons with her father. On practicing, applying knowledge. On finding fun when she could. On literally everything else but thinking backwards. Looking back helped nobody. Except... As a point of reference, perhaps.
The little fox was continuing to struggle finding mastery in her most potent ability. Mostly due to a lack of focus and a lack of self-encouragement. She felt frustrated with herself. Impatient. She could only seem to move the earth, find the connection in moments of need. A defense mechanism. An effective defense mechanism, but Aine sought out the skill to connect to the earth at any time. Not simply as a means of defense.
She knew she could. She just... Needed a more effective place to start. Less aggressive. As the gears in her brain turned desperately for a new angle, her hazel hues landed on the wolf passing by. Caustic? Caustic. Not too far from her... "Mr... Mr. Caustic?"
"Can... Can you stand right there? Just for... Just for a second? Please? I need a... Red line." That made sense.
Assuming he complied, the girl pushed her paws into the ground beneath her, a sudden sharp intensity flaring in her eyes. The intense focus she often attempted to hold onto when practicing. Regardless of whether he moved or not, she had the distance... Felt the distance. As Aine chewed the inside of her cheek, little flowers began sprouting between the two of them, only to stop somewhere half way.
"Oh." Not as far as she liked. But it wasn't bad… Her ears flicked backwards sheepishly. "Merci beaucoup, Caustic! I... Don' think I can make them go any farther." She rocked on her paws. "…Do you like flowers?"
— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —