I never give in, I never give up {and neither will you}
A wide grin broke across his features as Feli listed off what they would be covering, his tail whipping into an arch in anticipation. “Ahm ready wen ye are.” He chimed excitedly, ready to drop into a defensive crouch as he took his place in front of the male. Then all at once he stopped, taken off guard by the sudden darkness in the other male’s features. He rose cautiously, trying to decide if this was a trick to bring his guard down or not.
“…May I ask you a question, Monsieur?” He asked. In the few months that he had known Feli Ruthgar couldn’t remember if he had ever used the foreign language in his presence. That was fair enough; he couldn’t remember the last time he’d spoken to anyone in Gaelic although he couldn’t help but feel like his mother tongue was far more out of use.
“What is it like… having little ones to care for?”
He relaxed completely and couldn’t help but smile crookedly. “Ah dun’even no how tae describe it, honest.” He said, his usually gruff voice soft and his accent almost harmonic. “Eet’s lie havin’ a piece ‘a yer heart on th’ outside a yer body.” He explained, looking off into the orchard as he tried to put words to his emotions. “Eet’s so small ‘n frail yer almost afraid tae tooch it becoose ye might damage eet. Boo ye look at eet and you joos…Ye no eet’s a part a ye, an even eef eets on th’ outside ye no eef enythin’ ‘appens tae it ye’ll die en a painful way. Maybe no immediately, bu’ ye’ll die en a way that makes ye wish ye would. “ He looked up at the ground to Feli, as he spoke he had sat on his haunches and his ears had folded part way. He had no idea if what he had said made any sense or if he simply sounded like a lunatic. What he said felt right but he couldn’t say with any certainty that it was comprehensible.
