Excitement and Awe

The girl would awaken by the speech that surrounded her. She had been half aware already of the situation yet she desired to rest. Warm beside the large bulk of her father. But the sound of Medusa's voice would cause her lids, heavy with over sleep, to pry open. Her small body would stretch into an upright, sitting position, her chin resting upon Deteste's spine as a yawn stretched her jowls. She was peering towards her mother but not at her mother at all. It was the wolverine whom she sought and as she expected the gentle creature was at Medusa's heel. Circe was completely uninterested in the conversation her family was having. The girl spoke little and only when she had input of value. She care little where they lived so long as she were to live near her family. Particularly her parents. Both parents. She loved Medusa regardless that the emotion was not returned and appreciated her presence, which she saw less of as she grew.



She believed her mother was the most beautiful woman in existence and longed to observe the woman's strange eyes and to unskillfully groom her silky coat. Yet Circe understood these actions could make the woman unhappy. And thus she had learned to appreciate Medusa from a distance. But Stheno was different. Circe believed they were alike for they often spent their time together in silence. Neither were the talkative type yet her company was always warm. Circe's dark, lean limbs stretched before her in a leisurely and somewhat clumsy walk towards the wolverine, a gentle smile lifting the girl's features. She would set herself beside Stheno and bless her with the use of her voice. "Hello Stheno." the words were spoken softly.