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04-13-2013, 05:17 AM
það var farið að skyggja og fuglarnir þagnaðir [ blargh sorry for the wait! ] He wasn't quite sure what he'd expected, or if he'd even thought about it at all. It was so natural to him, to feel that unbreakable warmth whenever he looked upon his children (even if it sometimes made him want to frown with worry when they did questionable things), and to express it? He was no liar, and if he'd said anything else, he would've been lying. Still, the surprise suddenly so visible in her snowy face made his lips curl into a crooked grin. What had she expected? That he wouldn't be proud unless she slaughtered hundreds, and rose to a position of limitless power? Well — if she had, she certainly knew better now, and he chuckled quietly. There was a certain satisfaction in flooring your own offspring with a fistful of love. And, she didn't quite recover from the emotional blow either. It wasn't her smooth, calculated voice that slipped out again, but rather a hesitating start, and a rather odd request and a jumbled explanation. His grin remained. Poor, loveless little daughter of mine, he thought, but with no real pity; he was not entirely serious. Snö was doing fine, but it certainly was amusing to seeing her like this. Gracefully Mauja drew a step closer, and brought his dark muzzle against hers in a gesture of comfort. "A fight, hmm," he hummed, flicking his tail and turning to observe the setting sun for a moment. It'd be dark soon, dark and cold, but movement always brought heat into the body. "Being able to defend yourself is always good. Even spies sometimes need to fight their way out. But, tell me, what is it that you wish to do with ice?" It had many uses, he wasn't about to deny that. [ lmao wrote this while listening/watching to PSY's live concert, oh god the distraction. ] þegar úlfarnir opnaði augu hans í myrkrinu. |
