the rest of our lives
08-27-2013, 08:23 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-27-2013, 08:23 PM by Amalia.)
The affection lavished upon her by her father was most certainly appreciated by the child, giggles erupting from her lips. She was a Daddy?s girl most certainly, although that didn?t mean she loved her mother or brothers any less. Amalia was the sort of child with a big heart, able to spread warmth and joy wherever she went. Well, maybe with a little bit of rough housing, but she only ever meant it with the best of intentions. It would seem that Quintus wouldn?t give in to her provocation for play, a fact which brought a pout to the babe?s youthful face. "Qwit bein? sucha baby," she said, noting Cassius?s reluctance. Amalia was much bolder than her two brothers, unafraid of the newness that sat beyond her den.
Her father moved towards the den, summoning them forth, and without any sort of hesitation she would waddle towards the entrance. When she exited her bright, sapphire eyes would observe all that surrounded her, a smile brightening her girlish features. And then her paws hit the grass, and she recoiled, her walking becoming awkward and strange as she did so. "What?s a this? Why?s it tries ta noms me?" she asked, referring to the fact that the grass was slightly prickly to her soft paws. What she heard her father say was given more importance, making the girl (whose limbs were flailing somewhat on the grace, rather ungracefully) pause. "Whatsa Shewachicha,? she said, the wording of the pack clearly beyond her.
"Cassy, Qwinny, you gotsa com be noms on too,? she called, turning her head back, tail wagging wildly as she hoped her brothers would be right behind her. She wanted them to come have fun, too!
Her father moved towards the den, summoning them forth, and without any sort of hesitation she would waddle towards the entrance. When she exited her bright, sapphire eyes would observe all that surrounded her, a smile brightening her girlish features. And then her paws hit the grass, and she recoiled, her walking becoming awkward and strange as she did so. "What?s a this? Why?s it tries ta noms me?" she asked, referring to the fact that the grass was slightly prickly to her soft paws. What she heard her father say was given more importance, making the girl (whose limbs were flailing somewhat on the grace, rather ungracefully) pause. "Whatsa Shewachicha,? she said, the wording of the pack clearly beyond her.
"Cassy, Qwinny, you gotsa com be noms on too,? she called, turning her head back, tail wagging wildly as she hoped her brothers would be right behind her. She wanted them to come have fun, too!
