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06-03-2017, 05:25 PM
and the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts
The songs had yet to even hit their highest notes before the child made her presence known – a softened footfall, a rush of black and gold, a dusting of spots denoting eons of lineage, marksmanship by genetics and artistry. The Songbird rose from her prior position, placing a careful, dulcet stroke on Glacia’s neck, whispering in a valorous tone “Well done,” and winking again, before sliding away, like fairy wings, all gossamer and intangibility. Her eyes float from the child to Rikyn, pondering over his endeavors and contributions, but he seemed quite taken with the newborn immediately, and her smile brightened, a bit relieved to understand, to comprehend, that his future role will not be cast aside, forgotten, or misplaced. She bowed her head to him, the newly crowned father, but doubted he would even see – enamored with the bright little jewel beside her mother. So the femme glanced to Imogen, nestled in the corner, full of waving tails and ebullient eyes, watching as the fox started curiously at the delicate bundle of legs and fur, before their gaze solidified, met, the connection joyful and ebullient. All done? the vixen noted, and Lena bobbed her head, no longer a necessity in the quiet juncture of name giving and first breaths, shuffling out of the aperture and into the tundra air, only pausing to note Albrecht’s presence. Curiosity bubbled and brewed within her almost immediately, a brow arching, very delicately, across her regal, noble features, a query stuck to her tongue, a question poised across her lips at his presence, if he wanted to see such a christening. She didn’t say anything but a quick salutation “Albrecht,” and an affable nod – but left him to his own means and measures (wondering if he simply wanted to see another life brought into the world), as she waltzed back into the landscape.
the songbird
@Glacia @Rikyn @Albrecht [Lena out. ;D]
