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Of course she knew she wasn't supposed to go anywhere without first asking her mother and obtaining someone to watch over her. But did that stop Aisling from making a bee line to Dawnbreak's border, consequences be damned?
Absolutely not.
The tenderheart spent the morning collecting a colorful rush of spring flowers to bring with her, supposing someone might like them if she did. The girl tried to get them a rabbit, too, but she was still far too clumsy in her endeavors and their morsel had gotten away. Framing this all as a delivery to her mathair might help her avoid being grounded for her disobedience.
A girl could, after all, dream.
She hadn't gotten to socialize much with her aunts and uncles from Dawnbreak and, in the absence of her athair, she wanted to know more about that side of her family. Aisling knew many faces from Fable's lineage - her grandmother Epona, aunt Fleta, and uncles Shiloh and Lugh - but she didn't think she could much more than put a name to a face when it came to the Shakti-Vaes whose surname she shared.
Aisling was boundlessly curious about them, but the pall of recent events had rendered her a hair more withdrawn to her small familial unit during the tourney. But now, beneath the banner of spring, she had discovered her vim and vigor once again and, today, Dawnbreak was the recipient of her well-meaning terror.
The fawn-spotted youth trotted to the border between Dawnbreak and Avon, hovering as she wondered if she was permitted to pass or not. She knew her mathair didn't mind when Dawnbreak wolves passed through, but she had also been told not all packs enjoyed such porous barriers.
She squished a piece of grass between her front paws in thought before ultimately decided to err on the side of caution, keeping herself planted on Avon's side. Her Uncle Isaiah, she recalled, had summoned them from his side of the border - perhaps that was the most polite, and safest, thing to do.
Placing her assortment of flowers at her paws, she loosed a short call for someone from Dawnbreak - praying that neither her mathair nor other members of Avon overheard it, lest her cover be blown.
Absolutely not.
The tenderheart spent the morning collecting a colorful rush of spring flowers to bring with her, supposing someone might like them if she did. The girl tried to get them a rabbit, too, but she was still far too clumsy in her endeavors and their morsel had gotten away. Framing this all as a delivery to her mathair might help her avoid being grounded for her disobedience.
A girl could, after all, dream.
She hadn't gotten to socialize much with her aunts and uncles from Dawnbreak and, in the absence of her athair, she wanted to know more about that side of her family. Aisling knew many faces from Fable's lineage - her grandmother Epona, aunt Fleta, and uncles Shiloh and Lugh - but she didn't think she could much more than put a name to a face when it came to the Shakti-Vaes whose surname she shared.
Aisling was boundlessly curious about them, but the pall of recent events had rendered her a hair more withdrawn to her small familial unit during the tourney. But now, beneath the banner of spring, she had discovered her vim and vigor once again and, today, Dawnbreak was the recipient of her well-meaning terror.
The fawn-spotted youth trotted to the border between Dawnbreak and Avon, hovering as she wondered if she was permitted to pass or not. She knew her mathair didn't mind when Dawnbreak wolves passed through, but she had also been told not all packs enjoyed such porous barriers.
She squished a piece of grass between her front paws in thought before ultimately decided to err on the side of caution, keeping herself planted on Avon's side. Her Uncle Isaiah, she recalled, had summoned them from his side of the border - perhaps that was the most polite, and safest, thing to do.
Placing her assortment of flowers at her paws, she loosed a short call for someone from Dawnbreak - praying that neither her mathair nor other members of Avon overheard it, lest her cover be blown.
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