wind in the willows
ft papa torin
Torin watched as his daughter circled him, seeming to size him up and he chuckled again. He briefly wondered if he'd ever looked so serious about a game when he'd been her age, surely he'd looked serious normally but he couldn't recall if he'd ever taken play quite so seriously. He pressed himself as close to the ground as he could, willing himself to be shorter than he was. Not that'd it help much. Siobhan leaped at him, and he felt her small form hit his rump, scramble and then her weight dropped off him. Torin was instantly lifting his torso to peer back at his daughter and make sure she was alright. Disappointed maybe but totally fine as he could tell. Sio got back up and seemed to already be over her failed first try. She appeared in front of him too and pushed herself into the ground. Torin nodded, rising to his paws. He shook the dirt from his coat for a moment then moved a little away from his daughter to give himself room for a running start, or well a mock running start. He loped towards his daughter, the same easy lope he used when his children played tag or chased him. Enough so it would likely seem he was putting in effort but wasn't a real run, so he'd be playing at their level. Then he stopped almost right in front of his daughter, bunching his muscles in an exaggerated shape of the lead up to a jump, Torin easily placed his front paws past his daughter, but as he pulled himself forward he gently bumped his hind paws into the girl. "Oh!" He feigned surprise and then started as controlled a fall as he could, landing on his leftside, away from Sio so he wasn't on top of her. "When did you get so big?" He asked, extracting his limbs and rolling onto his stomach to face his daughter again. |
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