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12-21-2016, 11:23 AM
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Laughing at Pea’s excited greeting, the daughter of Tilney and Arah dances for a while beneath the shadow of the small bat’s wings, playfully reaching for him, and intentionally missing; when others begin to show up, however, Maude puts away her games, and settles into her chosen place, close to the front, and her daddy. She greets Lyanna with a warm smile, and small curtsy. Though she had not yet met the final of the three Moon Doctors to meet, she offers her no less respect than she had given Evangeline, or that she always offered her daddy. With a bit more amusement glimmering in her eyes then there should be (she’s noticed that the Edge has a Doctor for each species, you see, with an Equine, a Unicorn, and a Pegasus holding the ranks), she manages to keep her usually uncontainable laughter under control, for once. “I don’t think so either,” chimes the cherub as she rises from her bow, “I’m Maude. It’s good to meet you, Miss Lyanna!” She certainly seemed nice, like Miss Evangeline, even if she didn’t have a pretty orange dragon to play with. Maude’s admiring her pretty blue eyes, and the way her white mane turns to oceanic shades to mirror them, when a familiar squeak sounds from the other side of the Moon’s chosen healer. Craning her neck to try to get a good look at who she assumes to be Gawen, he surprises her with his sudden appearance from behind Lyanna. With a peel of laughter at the racing flutter of her heart, Maude quickly quiets herself, though her chest still thump thumps. Reaching over to place her ginger lips on his cheek in a gentle, childish greeting of love, the sweet daughter of the once-lost Arah bestows on one of her dearest friends a gift she might not have time to give tomorrow. While she’d rather run off on some charade or another after a much more raucous greeting, she also knows meetings aren’t the place for games, and settles for the silent exchange. She’s proud of herself, and her friend, Gawen, as she watches other adults arriving later than they had. She gives the pretty, snow dappled mare with sad eyes a smile when her pale gaze meets with Maude’s springtime glow, ignores the small snowflake of a mare who ignores her, and stifles a giggle as a worried looking man shows up, his pitch black sides flanked with ruby red. All that enthusiasm, however, pops like a bubble when she’s given her task. Weeding?! She had wanted to do something fun, like the others, not the same things she did every week! Her frown probably says everything her father needs to know about how much she cares about this “special prize.” Does he not think she’s clever enough to make some stupid heartwood… thingies? At least, she thinks, trying to find something not disappointing about weeding a garden, she’ll get to spend the day with Gawen. Maybe Katua would show up, as she often did, knowing Maude would likely be in the gardens. Maybe they could sneak away together, and find something better to do… Or, maybe she could just solidly kick Gawen’s butt! Maybe that would improve the outcome of the day, thus far. “Come on, Gawen,” she says with a much less vibrant smile than her usual, genuinely cheerful ones, turning about to head towards the greenhouse door, “I call the right side!” |
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
