All About Us
09-04-2013, 05:06 PM
She would remove herself from the den, paws falling on lush grass and eyes turning to look tentatively back at her mother. Was this alright? Was it natural? She could be here. It was safe. Nose pressed into the side of a blade of grass and she inhaled. It was so fresh. So, so, nice. Gaze turned back to her mother as the adult called out in question; wondering what it was the child wanted to do today. What did she want to do? Water, expanse, the potential to learn? She was ready and willing and immediately she snapped to the idea of going. A smile invaded her face and she ushered a gentle look to her maman, Ye," the soft cry of a willing child was innocent and could not be tapered with. Song would know Fal'dara's voice, surely, anywhere she was and no matter what she said. Likewise, Fal'dara would not forget the sound of her mother's commands, of her wants and things. She was a child, and her mother was the apple of her eye. Pleasing her was essential to survival. |