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08-05-2014, 07:07 PM
AITHNIEL Aithniel watched Rikyn exclaim that the cat-owl was actually called a griffon. Well, it looked like a cat-owl, but she supposed that griffon was a reasonable enough name for the fluffy little creature. While her brother was busy obsessing over the creature that she admittedly was obsessing over too, the large stallion asked her a question. She looked up at him and smiled. "Illynx and Rikyn found me in a field," she said honestly. "I was hungry." She stopped there, as if those were explained everything. To her, they did. Aithniel did not know much else than that. Where had she been born? Somewhere sandy. Where did they find her? A meadow somewhere. All she really remembered was being incredibly hungry and unable to go any further. Irelyn was very sweet, and Aithniel snorted in amusement when Rikyn relayed his mother's story. A turtle? A turtle held all the eggs? What a stupid story. Well, she thought it was stupid until Torleik basically said the exact same thing, and she widened her eyes in awe. Okay, so a turtle apparently did hoard eggs. Maybe she should be on the lookout for turtles? Aithniel wondered what she would have to do to be worthy? Certainly she was not as worthy as Torleik. He was big and brave and strong. "Maybe one day I will be worthy too," she said with a smile, looking down at the griffon happily. "Talking" |
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Please tag me in everything!
