5/29/2025, 8:22 PM
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Summer was reaching into the Meadows, combing waiting fingers through the long grass in the form of sun rays. Even though it was only morning, the day promised ready warmth. Snow had no lingered for weeks at this point, though Aisling could see it smudged into the distant territories beyond the edges of the Vale north of them.
Like her mother, she welcomed the summertide sun and flitted between all the points of interest set along her path. She collected flowers, what she thought were herbs (just grass), and visited with butterflies if they didn't whisk away in alarm. By the time she had curated a veritable bouquet of flora, she no longer felt the chill that came with early mornings, having traded it for the cheerful sun and a playful breeze that toyed with the wispier parts of her pale coat.
She was on her way back to her mathair's infirmary near the Heart when a smudge of tawny and red caught her eye - almost obscured entirely by the blushing grasses. Quickly, she recognized it as her uncle, if only because of his black and white feet that shone with higher contrast.
Aisling paused in her procession, her mind stirred from its serenity to consider her next decision. She recalled the berry incident and how he had threatened to tattle on her, and even how he picked on her for not knowing babies couldn't play straight out of the womb - how was she supposed to know that? She wasn't a know it all - a bit like her mother, there was question if she knew anything at all.
Mischief worked its way into her gaze and her ears reversed as she dipped her frame to disappear into the dancing grasses. She knew she blended in far better than some of her other siblings, but it was a detail she hadn't thought to capitalize upon until now. With a moment of hurried care, she deposited her bundle of flowers and herbs (again, grass) onto the ground where she was half-certain she'd remember them, and began to creep forward with slow, calculated motions - headed straight for Lugh.
Her movements would hitch as she analyzed the space between them before she took a chance and pounced, aiming to try and land right on her larger-framed uncle who just wanted to enjoy the sunlight.
Like her mother, she welcomed the summertide sun and flitted between all the points of interest set along her path. She collected flowers, what she thought were herbs (just grass), and visited with butterflies if they didn't whisk away in alarm. By the time she had curated a veritable bouquet of flora, she no longer felt the chill that came with early mornings, having traded it for the cheerful sun and a playful breeze that toyed with the wispier parts of her pale coat.
She was on her way back to her mathair's infirmary near the Heart when a smudge of tawny and red caught her eye - almost obscured entirely by the blushing grasses. Quickly, she recognized it as her uncle, if only because of his black and white feet that shone with higher contrast.
Aisling paused in her procession, her mind stirred from its serenity to consider her next decision. She recalled the berry incident and how he had threatened to tattle on her, and even how he picked on her for not knowing babies couldn't play straight out of the womb - how was she supposed to know that? She wasn't a know it all - a bit like her mother, there was question if she knew anything at all.
Mischief worked its way into her gaze and her ears reversed as she dipped her frame to disappear into the dancing grasses. She knew she blended in far better than some of her other siblings, but it was a detail she hadn't thought to capitalize upon until now. With a moment of hurried care, she deposited her bundle of flowers and herbs (again, grass) onto the ground where she was half-certain she'd remember them, and began to creep forward with slow, calculated motions - headed straight for Lugh.
Her movements would hitch as she analyzed the space between them before she took a chance and pounced, aiming to try and land right on her larger-framed uncle who just wanted to enjoy the sunlight.
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