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02-17-2015, 05:06 PM
ISOPIA
And we came forth to contemplate the stars
And we came forth to contemplate the stars
The girl's golden eyes fell to those who had arrived. Was birthing supposed to be something done with the other females of a herd? Obviously the girl didn't know, but the thought surprised her. Had Kahlua, unbeknownst to her, been looking out for her herd-sisters this whole time? Hoping they would come and interrupt the duo's time alone together? The demi-child's wide golden gaze followed the sound of her mother's voice as she introduced Aly and Brisa. A healer and a creator. Interesting. Were those learned skills? Or innate? The girl wanted to ask, but then Kahlua began to speak, responding to earlier inquires the girl had posed.
...and it would make me happy.
The girls eyes narrowed as Kahlua directed a question to her friends, leaving the girl with a moment to ponder this latter statement. The way Kahlua articulated it, it sounded as though it was meant to serve as a reason. But ... why? What normative force did Kahlua's happiness have over what the child did or didn't call herself? Was Kahlua's happiness supposed to be meaningful? Chewing her lip, the demi-child seemed to sink even faster into the ground; grasses and even a single flower began to sprout from her spine.
Kahlua's happiness did not dictate the colour of her fur, the shape of her wings, or at what time the sun would rise. It didn't not alter the pattern of the clouds or the temperature of the winds. So why would it have any bearing at all upon what the child named herself? Happiness, like any other emotion, was fickle and fleeting, was it not? The child continued to mentally fidget, unsure how to decode or decipher Kahlua's odd request.
Before she could say anything further, the painted queen was again responding to an earlier question. Kaj was going to help raise her? Why? Her head moved in bird-like jerks, confused once more. Was Kahlua not strong enough to raise the girl on her own? How hard could it be? They seemed to be doing just fine so far?
...and it would make me happy.
The girls eyes narrowed as Kahlua directed a question to her friends, leaving the girl with a moment to ponder this latter statement. The way Kahlua articulated it, it sounded as though it was meant to serve as a reason. But ... why? What normative force did Kahlua's happiness have over what the child did or didn't call herself? Was Kahlua's happiness supposed to be meaningful? Chewing her lip, the demi-child seemed to sink even faster into the ground; grasses and even a single flower began to sprout from her spine.
Kahlua's happiness did not dictate the colour of her fur, the shape of her wings, or at what time the sun would rise. It didn't not alter the pattern of the clouds or the temperature of the winds. So why would it have any bearing at all upon what the child named herself? Happiness, like any other emotion, was fickle and fleeting, was it not? The child continued to mentally fidget, unsure how to decode or decipher Kahlua's odd request.
Before she could say anything further, the painted queen was again responding to an earlier question. Kaj was going to help raise her? Why? Her head moved in bird-like jerks, confused once more. Was Kahlua not strong enough to raise the girl on her own? How hard could it be? They seemed to be doing just fine so far?
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