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12-19-2016, 06:06 PM
Maude watches her father’s lantern light with a whimsical giggle: the perfect sound of childish delight, at the perfect world unfolding before her. From this close, the sap smell of the evergreen is obvious, as obvious as the turtle’s uncountable age. Admiring the ancient tortoise whenever she dared steal a glance, she wondered how many had come to know this being, as it seemed many treated him with friendly glances, or respectful nods. Though this is Maude’s first time meeting him, she is certainly sure as to why everyone else seems to like him so much. He is kind, though how she knows, she’s not sure. Maybe it’s the lines on his old turtle face, or the way he’s invited everyone together, even though they’ve all come from other places, and surely different because of it. Looking at what is already up there on the boughs, including her father’s shining lantern, Maude quickly decides to be gracious with her belongings, as well. Lifting her head up and tilting her growing antlers with strategic bobs, nods, and wriggles, she wraps her strand of pearls about a reachable branch. Stepping away to admire her work when she thinks she’s done, she hurries back to resettle part of the strand which remains lose. When, at last, she’s finished, Maude happily steps away from her work, beaming at the elderly turtle with all the delighted pride she can manage. “My Auntie Ultima gave me these pearls,” she cheerfully explains, her smile falling ever so slightly as she adds: “I don't get to see her much anymore, because she got a new important job! You see, she looks a lot like a pearl, so I can't ever forget her, or how pretty she is! Because I have these to remember her by.” With her smile renewed, she happily steps back and away with her family, cheerfully watching the rest of those gathered give their most treasured gifts to the tree. [ OOC: Maude puts her strand of pearls on the tree! ] & you just can’t fall asleep, I’ll sing a song beside you. and if you ever forget how much you really mean to me, every day, I will remind you. |
@Tilney
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
