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12-10-2016, 05:47 AM
tilney
and oh, there is more to this life
The creatures whimpers managed to utter his name, whispering bleats demanding nothing but answers from the frostbitten sunshine around her. Everything must seem such a folly, a fable. Even the frost glinted and the sun shone while it snowed - to someone of her age, her stature, this was nonsensicle. The world around her was incomplete and blatantly lying on a little one's terms. Black and white.
"Shhh" Tilney uttered to her, green eyes glancing around. He would give her the answers she sought in good time; he was older, wiser, but most of all he knew that subtle slices and cuts of grey existed abundantly between the onyx and ivory.
When the strange creature approached, Tilney eyed it carefully. It had the figure of what he had heard many calling a rougarou but he had never actually seen one. It seemed harmless enough, and as it slinked between the huddled pair Tilney should of known who might appear next behind such a creature.
The woman he'd met on the slopes approached, watching with her ever-fierce gaze. Immediately she demanded to know what happened, something Tilney was sure all parties involved wished to know but he could understand her urgency. Perhaps he had found Ros's soft spot? Did she even have one?
Stepping over the young one Tilney edged away, hopefully out of earshot of the painted bundle beneath his cloak. "Her parents are gone, she's as thin as a leaf" he murmured to Roskuld "She might not last to the end of Frostfall without a foster mare to nurse her" he could only speak the truth, his gaze finally crooning back to the little one.
"What is your mothers name?"
@Laume
"Shhh" Tilney uttered to her, green eyes glancing around. He would give her the answers she sought in good time; he was older, wiser, but most of all he knew that subtle slices and cuts of grey existed abundantly between the onyx and ivory.
When the strange creature approached, Tilney eyed it carefully. It had the figure of what he had heard many calling a rougarou but he had never actually seen one. It seemed harmless enough, and as it slinked between the huddled pair Tilney should of known who might appear next behind such a creature.
The woman he'd met on the slopes approached, watching with her ever-fierce gaze. Immediately she demanded to know what happened, something Tilney was sure all parties involved wished to know but he could understand her urgency. Perhaps he had found Ros's soft spot? Did she even have one?
Stepping over the young one Tilney edged away, hopefully out of earshot of the painted bundle beneath his cloak. "Her parents are gone, she's as thin as a leaf" he murmured to Roskuld "She might not last to the end of Frostfall without a foster mare to nurse her" he could only speak the truth, his gaze finally crooning back to the little one.
"What is your mothers name?"
@Laume
Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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