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12-31-2016, 01:01 PM
Smiling broadly at her friend, Gawen, and her daddy as they arrive, Maude is quick to return her attentions to her mother, eager to bask in her attention and presence, after so many months without her. Though she was still recovering, the storyteller was still a splendid sight, her lengths of ivory hair again smoothed and well kept, her golden eyes endlessly sparkling. Nuzzling into her mother’s perfect, pale neck as they share private words with one another, the girl instantly forgives her for not telling her. It had added an air of excitement to it, after all, and it didn’t really matter, as long as they could spend time together. “I’d like that,” she admits, pulling her attentions away to look out again at the large number of people gathering. Recognizing some of them, like the handsome prince Kianzo, who smiles at her, earning a bright grin of greeting in return, and his twin sister Kiada, as well as Lyanna, she tries her best to make eye contact with everyone, even those she doesn’t know, happy as always to see the herd gathered together. There were always so many interesting faces! And was that a deer?! Her mother must tell amazing stories, if the wildlife was coming to listen. Hearing the conclusion of the story, and deciding that she rather likes the idea of the Earth Turtle living in the sea all the time, and nearly explodes with enthusiasm at the notion of going to find him; the notion instantly sends her eyes imploringly over to her father. It’s almost unbearable when her mother continues to describe the sea, her heart nearly bursting with the wonderful thought of getting to see something so beautiful as the sea. Sure, she could see it from here, if she leaned over the Edge, but her daddy yelled at her for trying to do that, and, even if he didn’t, it was very, very far away from way up here. All the sea looked like was a bunch of white capped, gray lumps, endlessly moving. “Please, daddy? Oh please, oh please!” she begs, feeling as if she truly might die if he were to say no, her bright, springtime gaze luminous with hopeful desire. As the conversation turns to where turtles might come from, Maude quiets down, and thoughtfully wonders what she thinks, after all. While she does like the idea of the turtle living in the ocean, she knows that there are earth-dwelling turtles, as well – mostly because she and Katua had found one, and spent most of the day trying to coax him out of his shell, to little avail. She guesses it’s possible, then, that the Earth Turtle could live anywhere he wanted. “Maybe he just lives anywhere,” she muses aloud, “so he can be where he needs to be, when he needs to be there.” |
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
