SKILL : - - - ( 1 / 5 )

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Set during Beltane and open to all of the Golde kiddos who came with her (And Golde herself, of course)!

It was no great secret that Aisling was always on the hunt for playmates.

Despite her stature challenging that of her one-day adult height (which, to be fair, still fell short of her lineage - barring her grandmother's meager height), she still possessed the youthful shine of younger days. It had not yet been diminished by the harsh experiences she had gone through - the loss of a sister she had not been afforded time to know and two she did, her father's absence and all of the changes that came with that. She remained buoyed by the remaining family and interwoven fabric of the Kingdom, bolstered by the many wolves who now shaped her.

Sometimes, she felt a nagging sense of wrongness, a self-conscious sensation of needing to be good and do better. She could never nail down the instinct, but it did not trouble her for more than a moment - her mathair always told her she was loved, just as her other sisters were, and she need more than breathe her worries into words before Fable would resolve them.

For now, she could swallow down the feelings of insufficiency that followed her from a life before this one.

She threw herself fully into the Beltane celebration, embracing the array of flowers and foodstuffs they had foraged diligently from the land. Her mathair said something about the different offerings having meaning - they symbolized the many facets of nature and, to eat them, meant one grew closer to the earth. Aisling hadn't noticed she had gotten any shorter since stuffing her face with mushrooms and berries, but she supposed maybe it took time for the food to actually make her shorter, and therefore closer to the earth.

On the thought of "closer to the earth" and small frames, Aisling took notice of a smattering of children.

Unfamiliar children she had not yet gotten to meet and therefore play with.

Her ears pricked at the recognition and she almost tangled her paws into a bow in her hurry to get to them. As she rounded on them, she gave a small half-hop before splaying to her belly in front of them, tail waving quickly behind her slender and lanky haunches. Lilac-silver eyes were widened with wonder, her lips curved into a grin. With her motion, the flower crown atop her head slouched to one side.

Hello! she greeted whichever of the Dawnbreak children would entertain her. Are ye here for th' party?

She hoped they were, because that meant she had new friends - and these ones could walk a little better than the Elysium brood.

Skill: Herbalist [1/5]

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It was a long, hard journey for a little fella like Eidel—but it was worth it! No doubt. She was seated on her rump, clumsily pawing at the flowers that grew around her in these strange fields. It was much more lush than the Vale. More flowers grew, much to the little girl's excitement.

She nosed the vibrant-petaled flora with happiness glowing in her big, golden eyes. So many to sniff, to look at! How exciting! She gingerly picked the plants, holding them in a small bundle between her jaws.

She stopped short, however, when a strange face appeared suddenly before her. 'Hello!' Her head tilted in surprise. Who was this? She'd never met them before—and she smelled nothing like Mama or Papa. 'Are ye here for th' party?' Party! Eidel giggled, her tail whisking swiftly behind her. Hi! She chirped back, Du redest komisch. (You talk funny.) She returned the playful gesture with a small dip of her own chest, accompanied with a small, graceless bounce.

Party, party... She mumbled thoughtfully (or, as thoughtfully as a toddler could think). The tongue still felt odd in her mouth as she spoke. I like flowers. Party has flowers? her head canted curiously. You like flowers?