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My Nana says I have travelling feet - Aisling - 5/2/2025
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The air was abuzz with excitement.
Aisling didn't know what to expect with this festival as Avon hadn't held one before since she'd been born, but she was captivated with it all. There were flowers everywhere, other wolves donning flower crowns just as she was. Truthfully, she kind of wanted to wear a flower crown everyday. She kept trying to tip her head back enough that she could see it, but the best she could do was glimpse the edge of a leaf or petal that rested just outside her line of sight.
She had long given up on witnessing the crown as it settled on her brow, instead turning to the other facets of the celebration.
The stinky, mushy berries made her nose crinkle (why did the adults seem to like them so well?) and she bypassed them in favor of the fresh forage nearby - edible mushrooms, undefiled berries, and sweet grasses in particular catching her eye. Aisling grazed, taking bits of each with a delighted hum and contented sway of her tail. She had helped her mathair obtain part of the fare and it had been difficult not to eat half of it at the time, but she had abstained so the guests could enjoy the fruits of Avon's hospitality. The plant matter and fungi were different from what they usually dined on, but Fable had promised summer would bring with it more berries than she could eat.
It sounded like a challenge to her.
By the time Aisling backed away from the bevy of delectable pickings, her pale muzzle and paws were stained purple and red from the blackberries and gooseberries she had consumed.
Aisling didn't know what to expect with this festival as Avon hadn't held one before since she'd been born, but she was captivated with it all. There were flowers everywhere, other wolves donning flower crowns just as she was. Truthfully, she kind of wanted to wear a flower crown everyday. She kept trying to tip her head back enough that she could see it, but the best she could do was glimpse the edge of a leaf or petal that rested just outside her line of sight.
She had long given up on witnessing the crown as it settled on her brow, instead turning to the other facets of the celebration.
The stinky, mushy berries made her nose crinkle (why did the adults seem to like them so well?) and she bypassed them in favor of the fresh forage nearby - edible mushrooms, undefiled berries, and sweet grasses in particular catching her eye. Aisling grazed, taking bits of each with a delighted hum and contented sway of her tail. She had helped her mathair obtain part of the fare and it had been difficult not to eat half of it at the time, but she had abstained so the guests could enjoy the fruits of Avon's hospitality. The plant matter and fungi were different from what they usually dined on, but Fable had promised summer would bring with it more berries than she could eat.
It sounded like a challenge to her.
By the time Aisling backed away from the bevy of delectable pickings, her pale muzzle and paws were stained purple and red from the blackberries and gooseberries she had consumed.
RE: My Nana says I have travelling feet - Sverke - 5/2/2025
roughly eight months
The Black Spear had been on some of his best behavior. He had not wandered too far. He had not picked any fights with his siblings (any that THEY picked, whether it was because he'd provoked them or not...was a different story), and he had not overtly insulted any of the foreigners they'd stopped to visit with. Sverke was of mixed opinion about the groups they'd stopped off at. They seemed like a boringly peaceful sort, both of them, but Sverke was being introduced to outsider customs and new faces in droves he was unused to, and that was incredibly exciting no matter who it was he was meeting.
The important part was that he hadn't mouthed off to the Queen or Matriarch or whatever of this festival yet. Unfortunately, the festival had split up the caravan - the adults were off socializing, enjoying a much-needed reprieve from making sure none of their progeny wandered into a bear den. He didn't know where his siblings were, but he knew they were around, which was enough to settle the possessive instinct in his gut that urged him to protect what was his.
He'd seen some wolves with flower crowns, which he actually found rather charming, but the boy did not have one. He'd found the source: a raccoon, pale and weaving the flower crowns with odd little deft paws. Sverke had taken one look at that situation and found something else to distract him, because the raccoon's petite stature and twitchy movements set the hunter within the boy fully alert and dangerously interested.
Food would probably be a good distraction, and he was hoping the Avon wolves had something exotic to taste-test that differed from the island's hardy collection of various fruits, plants and meats. The midnight prince sauntered toward the carefully arranged feast, tail swinging confidently at his hips and head held high. He was a prince. He was a goddess' son.
He was sun-eater, greedy one, advent of the end, world-breaker - incandescent and altogether awe-inspiring, and carried himself as such. The feast was an impressive collection; bursting with color and smell that made Sverke's mouth water. He couldn't help his plumy tail swaying loosely as he approached, before a smaller figure hovering near the fruits caught his eye. He stepped closer, remembering his manners - he could be charming when he wanted to be.
Are there any berries left -
Her face. It looked like a crime scene. Sverke's two-toned eyes widened.
Did you eat them all??
RE: My Nana says I have travelling feet - Lugh - 5/2/2025
Skill: N/A
To be surrounded by strangers all day was exhausting—Lugh had noticed that immediately. And now, Mammy had gone off to speak with the grown-ups without him. As much as he wanted to remain at her heel, to be babied by the nameless faces was nothing short of humiliating. He opted instead to wander about, as he always would. Nose snuffling against the soft grass, tail wandering by his hocks.
He'd stopped by with the strange pale raccoon earlier that day. Let the prying hands fumble about with his coat (he was unsure why he allowed it; it tickled, and the occasional pull certainly hurt), leaving messy braids and small flowers bedecking his fiery tresses. He bid the blonde critter an awkward thank-you and goodbye, as he'd always been taught, before dashing back to the fields.
Now, he was hungry. His eyes wandered over the food, some of which he recognized as the 'adult food' which was off-limits to him. And yet, among them lingered a scent of berries, a stranger and Aisling...
...with hardly any berries to be found.
Tall ears overheard the angered response ('Did you just eat them all??'), and the lanky youth followed the voice until he came across the perpetrator of the situation.
He'd stopped by with the strange pale raccoon earlier that day. Let the prying hands fumble about with his coat (he was unsure why he allowed it; it tickled, and the occasional pull certainly hurt), leaving messy braids and small flowers bedecking his fiery tresses. He bid the blonde critter an awkward thank-you and goodbye, as he'd always been taught, before dashing back to the fields.
Now, he was hungry. His eyes wandered over the food, some of which he recognized as the 'adult food' which was off-limits to him. And yet, among them lingered a scent of berries, a stranger and Aisling...
...with hardly any berries to be found.
Tall ears overheard the angered response ('Did you just eat them all??'), and the lanky youth followed the voice until he came across the perpetrator of the situation.
Aisling!Lugh barked,
c'mon!! I wanted some o' that!He huffed and furrowed his brows.
I'm tellin' the grown-ups.A huff and an upwards point of the pup's nose, and he began to trot away.
Fable! Mammy! Aisling ate all of the berries and didn't share any o' it!An indignant sneer was thrown over his shoulder at his one-day-older niece.
RE: My Nana says I have travelling feet - Aisling - 5/30/2025
SKILL : - - - ( 1 / 5 )
Aisling had been content to linger in her own little universe for the moment, her belly full and the temptation to nap held at bay only by the buzzing excitement that coursed through the whole of Aine's Embrace. If not for that, she might have found a mattress of petals to curl up in as she sometimes did.
Her bubble of fleeting solitude was popped suddenly as a voice garnered her attention. Ears pressed forward lazily, she turned to address the boy who was dressed in the night sky's colors. She wondered fancifully for a moment if he had been pulled from it - he looked just like the sky above Fateweaver's Field when her mathair had taken her to stargaze.
Save for the small snip of gold on his nose - a falling star, she reasoned - he was a swath of star-studded sky made into the shape of a canine.
It was unusual, to say the least, but her fascination with the living world and its many wonders distracted her from his words until his eyes widened and his question finally registered.
The evidence of her berry-colored sins were no easier scrubbed away than the fawn spots on Aisling's back, and she was suddenly distinctly aware of their existence. As if she could invoke the infantile lack of object permanence by simply removing her stained paws from view, she wiggled her toes deeper into the grass until she could feel earth cake beneath her nails.
Silver-lilac eyes stared owlishly at Sverke as her mouth hung open an inch, her tongue unprepared to offer any sort of excuse for the complete absence of berries.
It was not until he threatened to tattle that her pitiful expression grew into one of alarm.
Her gaze slid to the empty space where berries once were, only smudged stains remaining to tell they had ever existed.
Guilt surged to the surface along with the panic. She didn't want to ruin the party - everyone had worked so hard to make it happen. After this faux pas, she would have to learn moderation and self-control when it came to berries. Why were they so delicious if she was not meant to eat every single one she encountered?
Her bubble of fleeting solitude was popped suddenly as a voice garnered her attention. Ears pressed forward lazily, she turned to address the boy who was dressed in the night sky's colors. She wondered fancifully for a moment if he had been pulled from it - he looked just like the sky above Fateweaver's Field when her mathair had taken her to stargaze.
Save for the small snip of gold on his nose - a falling star, she reasoned - he was a swath of star-studded sky made into the shape of a canine.
It was unusual, to say the least, but her fascination with the living world and its many wonders distracted her from his words until his eyes widened and his question finally registered.
The evidence of her berry-colored sins were no easier scrubbed away than the fawn spots on Aisling's back, and she was suddenly distinctly aware of their existence. As if she could invoke the infantile lack of object permanence by simply removing her stained paws from view, she wiggled her toes deeper into the grass until she could feel earth cake beneath her nails.
Silver-lilac eyes stared owlishly at Sverke as her mouth hung open an inch, her tongue unprepared to offer any sort of excuse for the complete absence of berries.
Oh- I-she tried to conjure something to say, only for her uncle to appear on the scene. Perhaps because they knew one another, he was far quicker to admonish her for her overindulgence. Her brows pinched and her jaws clicked shut with a pout, ears tugged back.
It was not until he threatened to tattle that her pitiful expression grew into one of alarm.
No! Don't do that!she pled swiftly.
I can find more-
Her gaze slid to the empty space where berries once were, only smudged stains remaining to tell they had ever existed.
Guilt surged to the surface along with the panic. She didn't want to ruin the party - everyone had worked so hard to make it happen. After this faux pas, she would have to learn moderation and self-control when it came to berries. Why were they so delicious if she was not meant to eat every single one she encountered?
Th' mushrooms are good,Aisling offered, splotchy paw pressing some of the fragrant fungi toward the two boys.
They're not berries, but...
RE: My Nana says I have travelling feet - Sverke - 5/30/2025
The girl looked guilty as all Hel. Sverke offered her an unimpressed, pensive expression - not particularly put out by her crime's effects but mostly amused by her apparent horror at what she'd accidentally done. She looked silly, which in turn he felt made him look even more impressive than usual. So, this girl was alright.
Until another figure showed up, a stark contrast to the girl's delicate fawn-spots and peach-toned fur. This boy was bright as a flame, a dark wick cutting through the saturated orange. And he was also loud, and throwing a fit, which might've been ok by Sverke had he not immediately whirled to march off and tattle.
Ick. If he had such an issue with the girl's crime, why not just teach her a lesson with his teeth? Sverke moved swiftly, deftly sidling up to the tall boy with a peacemaker's easy-going nonchalance draped around his shoulders.
Hey, hey, let's not go bothering the grown-ups with this little misunderstanding, huh? They're not gonna do anything serious about it.
Sverke hadn't missed the boy's sneer directed at the girl. His tail swayed lazily side to side, mind churning with ideas. He offered the boy a conspiratorial grin.
We can make her make up for it ourselves, whaddya say?Make her run laps or something harmless, of course. The last thing Sverke wanted to happen at this weird (interesting) party was his dad appearing like a two-toned specter of righteous vengeance again.
RE: My Nana says I have travelling feet - Lugh - 6/6/2025
Skill: Guardian [1/5]
Lugh let out a 'hrrrumph' and shot Aisling a glare.
His own frustrated tirade was interrupted by the older pup. A stranger, one who spoke with an odd lilt to his voice. Lugh spared him a glance laced with skepticism. 'We can make her make up for it ourselves, whaddya say?' The younger boy frowned.
Sure, she was annoying, but it was still his niece. Lugh didn't know exactly what it was that this odd boy wanted to do to make Aisling 'make up' for her mistakes, but he didn't like the sound of it. That was enough to put him on edge.
I didn't want th' mushrooms, Aisling!He yapped back.
'Sides, my Ma told me that you'll hurt ye stomach eatin' so many o' that stuff.He frowned.
Ye should've shared it. Now it's all gone, and you'll get sick.It was an unnecessary topper to bother the already guilt-stricken niece. That much, he knew—but at the very least, he wanted to drill it in her head not to do something so damn mindless.
His own frustrated tirade was interrupted by the older pup. A stranger, one who spoke with an odd lilt to his voice. Lugh spared him a glance laced with skepticism. 'We can make her make up for it ourselves, whaddya say?' The younger boy frowned.
What's that even mean?He spoke with suspicion, with distrust. He subconsciously stepped closer to Aisling.
Sure, she was annoying, but it was still his niece. Lugh didn't know exactly what it was that this odd boy wanted to do to make Aisling 'make up' for her mistakes, but he didn't like the sound of it. That was enough to put him on edge.