dirty paws
08-06-2013, 08:02 PM
| Claire Aobhinne |
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It took her brother long enough to show, Claire noted with a hint of irritation in her thoughts. Still, he came, and when he did, he had another at his side. Whatever it was, it was small, and looked vaguely canid, if a little . . . off. Ah well, she was sure that he would explain. "Cael!" Her joy was evident in her voice, as Claire pressed herself against her brother's touch, tail wagging so quickly in the air behind her that she almost took off. "I missed you too! And I missed our other brothers too. They're difficult, but they're family, you know? Our Father wasn't much of a replacement for the three of you," Especially not you. The words were unspoken, but Claire was sure that he would understand that she was saying how much she had missed him. Her tail slowed in its frantic pace just slightly as Claire turned a curious mismatched gaze towards the little . . . thing that padded at Cael's side. "I do believe you've been holding out on me," Though the words had a tinge of accusation to them, her tone was playful, and Claire grinned at her brother, "Who is this?" The little thing was kind of adorable, actually. But Claire had never seen it before, and was rather curious about the origin of this strange little creature. Like her brother, it was white. Maybe it was a really deformed pup? But Claire knew that was ridiculous. Her brother would not have had children without telling her. They were too close for that. So, with a wave of her tail, Claire turned her attention back towards Cael. "Tell me, did you see anything interesting while searching? What kinds of stories do you have? I want to know everything!" Even as she spoke, she was forming an alternative tale to tell Cael, one that contained enough of the truth that he wouldn't doubt it, but one that hid her darkest moments from view. For if she admitted how upset she had been without her brothers, they might never let her escape their well intentioned protection. It was like a jail, living with them, but living without them had been so much worse. She needed them, but she needed them to not be breathing down her neck every step that she took. Cael understood that, of course. And she loved him that much more for that. Speech, |