Everything The Sun Touches

Aurielle gave a soft giggle at her father’s nuzzling greeting. His muzzle was easily as wide as her shoulder, still, and she had to brace into him so as not to go stumbling, even as gentle as his touch was. Finally – finally – he led the way out with two words she’d been dying to hear all morning since she’d woken up, too restless to sleep any longer.

She paused as he went down the three large natural stone steps that led up to (or down from) the mouth of the cave, wrinkling her nose before she carefully hopped down to the middle step, then tumbled down to the ravine floor, landing with a soft ‘uff!’ before she scrambled to her paws and raced after her father, tail wagging proudly behind her. Those steps were giving both her and her brother a bit of trouble getting up and down, but time was making it easier as their legs grew.

She almost scampered past him as he stopped, then skidded to a halt and backed up a step to look up at his shadowy crimson features as he asked if she remembered the rules. She paused, thinking back. Then she grinned up at him, answer found.

"Fan taobh istigh den radharc, agus má rá go reáchtálann tú nó a cheilt, déan é ar aon dul." She gave the answer confidently, but as she finished speaking, her features shifted slightly, hope peeking through that confident grin as she second-guessed her answer. Had she gotten all of the rules there, or was she missing something?

She paused, smile dropping from her face as she frowned, thinking it over while her father, ever patient, waited. Finally, her eyes snapped up and she grinned again, sure this time, "Agus ná trasna an teorainn!"

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think