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01-02-2017, 12:20 PM
Maude wasn’t always a good girl, and maybe that was why the dark prince found himself beguiled by the bundle of smiles, and warmth, which followed after her father, as quietly as she might manage. It gets a lot easier to be sneaky when voices start sounding from ahead, the little one’s heart thumping a little faster in her chest, now that wherever they are headed has at last appeared. Waiting for her father to move through the last of the trees separating her from the gathered Helovians, Maude gingerly steps through the shrubbery after him, hoping her small size plays to her advantage, and she remains unnoticed, for the time. Then she notices… him. Her citrine eyes forget to stare at the handsome sight of her Uncle and father together, her Auntie pressed close as well, and do not linger on Kiada, or others she knows. They aren’t the only tree-marked stags in the clearing, her family, and the child’s eyes can’t look away from the third once they hone in on the strange tree among them. Her brother, she assumes, already beginning to slink along the meeting’s outskirts, hoping her father stays enthralled enough with his siblings, and questions of the God (his voice drawing her nervous eyes when he speaks up), and that he doesn’t see her. Trotting towards the boy, she stops alongside him, casting her spring-time gaze across his face in a most-judgmental fashion, that surely the stranger won’t understand the meaning of, her own tree hidden inside her leg, not as easy to see as this child’s obviously reaching, outer branches. “What’s your name?” coldly (but curiously) inquires the usually vibrant maiden. [ OOC: AT LASTTTTT ] |
@Byron
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
