Skill: — [0/5]
Aisling

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Everything kept changing—everything. From the absence of his father and the loss of their former home, nothing was the same anymore—and whether it was for better or worse, Lugh entirely neglected such changes in favor of the shift in the nature around them.

Frost-laden fields transformed into lush meadows beneath the spring warmth. It was still cool, with brisk winds whipping at his coat and caressing the foliage underfoot, yet the frigid, unbearably cold weather had all been driven away by the sun, the golden rays that it cast upon the earth.

Not only were it the changes from the seasons which happened all too fast; Lugh's limbs were suddenly very long; taller than Ma, maybe even getting close to Da's height—alas, he was not around for a comparison.

It was strange to have to look down to talk to Ma. It felt... wrong, in a way.

Perhaps it was bound to happen at one point or another, even if they'd remained humans. Epona wasn't exactly the tallest.

Thought after thought, lubricating the gears of his head as he fought to process the changes; he was starting to grow jaded to it all. He could live without Da, as much as he didn't want to. And being a wolf wasn't so bad—he wouldn't be able to frolic on all fours as a human toddler. And it wasn't all so bad, either.

Now he could meet Shiloh. Beibhinn—Fable. His nieces, many of whom were... interesting to say the least.

A long sigh left Lugh's lips as he nestled his back closer against the earthen ground. The scarlet-touched grass tickled his coat as he basked in the sun's light, a simple yet somehow effective distraction from the endless stream of consciousness that weighed on his emotions.

Maybe he could use some rest. He'd been staying out and exploring later and later into the night—he didn't realize how tired he was until now, as he lay against the sun-kissed fields.

SKILL : - - - ( 1 / 5 )

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.

Skill: Warrior[1/5]

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A low rumble vibrated along Lugh's sternum as he settled in deep comfort. Maybe he should nap out here more often—he never realized just how comfortable it was. It was warmed by the sun, the grasses and the soft soil beneath it serving as a natural cushion beneath his body—far more comfortable than the packed earthen ground in the dens—and the fields were quiet.

...too quiet.

All of a sudden did the winds shift, the silence murdered so brutally by a heavy footfall—no, not a simple pace, a leap. Right towards him.

Weight slammed into his belly, and Lugh let out a heavy grunt, huffing out all the air that filled his lungs. He bristled, eyes wide. An ambush—dammit! He was too relaxed! He never should've trusted the quiet!

Lugh pressed a hind paw into the mystery attacker's stomach to throw them off, growling as he shoved back just hard enough to throw them off. He swiftly twisted back onto his paws and turned with teeth beared—

Aisling?!???!

What the— AISLING! Lugh's brows furrowed with sheer indignance. His hackles remained raised like the back spine of a dinosaur. Not out of hostility now, simply out of anger. What is wrong with you?!?