I'm as restless as a willow in a rainstorm

Walk | Talk | Think

Blue, blue, blue! Rory's golden eyes shifted right to left, up to down, and every which way as she noted each particular shade of blue that her Aunt Locha possessed. She had only ever seen the woman from afar but never this close before, and now that she had such a perfect opportunity to view each of those varying shades she had every intention of doing just that. It took her a little while, but she thought she had spotted each bit of blue, all of them pretty and delightful to her. No doubt Aurora held partiality for the color, and she was glad to have someone in the family who she felt she resembled.

As her eyes skimmed across her aunt's face, she noticed the wolf's mismatched blue eyes were staring right at her, and thankfully her expression was smiling and friendly. Oh! She had been noticed! Aurora grinned brighter, her tongue tucking away inside of her mouth as her teeth showed and her tail beat happily against the ground beside her. She had nothing to say - language was still a foreign, complicated thing to her - but she did her best to appear attentive and curious. She wanted to spend some time with this wolf she resembled so much.