and sway to the rhythm of love;
Everything about today’s upcoming adventure sounded amazing, from the pretty name of the place itself, to the promising allure of real songs, and real dances, not just invented ones. It was no wonder, then, that Arah and Tilney had been left laughing at the flamboyance of their child, who’d burst from the clearing as soon as she could, as if a fire had been lit beneath her.
Charging like a mad woman to where her Auntie Aelfwine had promised to meet her on this very morning, Maude stops just long enough to snatch up a few pretty, white flowers (called camellias), and a particularly elegant, mossy twig. With her adornments gingerly held in her ginger lips, she skitters to a stop, and gently lays her bundle of blooms and stems atop the smooth, gray stone that was the location she’d been told to be.
Looking up eagerly, her cheerful smile becomes a sudden frown when she realizes her Auntie wasn’t here yet. Pouting as she looks about the vacant, birdsong filled space, it isn’t long before boredom sets in, one of her cloven hooves aimlessly kicking at dried leaves. Maude, however, was not going to be lured away by her curiosity - not today, anyway. Getting her hair done was far too important!
[ OOC: Aelfwine or parental units only please! ]
@Aelfwine and @Arah @Tilney for mentions :)