reading is hard
spriggan - healing seasonal
11-10-2024, 09:05 AM
As warmth blossomed over the land in the Borean spring Spriggan was practically sleeping out in the gardens now. Being able to wake up with the sunrise greeting the little garden on her back had little pink flowers blooming all over the lush moss. She didn’t even mind waking to small showers that only helped to encourage the growth there. Not that she enjoyed lingering in the wet for the whole day. Even now the clouds rolling in told her she would be drenched sooner rather than later. She knew that if she went in dripping wet too early in the day that her mother would likely scold her for getting water everywhere so the tiny living garden lifted herself from her curled position and made her way inside.
Usually she would make her way into the greenhouse she wanted to be present for family breakfast. The day was incredibly early and it wasn’t likely her mother or siblings had awoken yet, and if she could sneak into the castle maybe Bowen wouldn’t notice that she had slept out in the gardens that night. The castle was quiet so Spriggan tried to keep her pawsteps to the ornate rugs that decorated the stone floors. Making her way carefully up to the library. She wasn’t very good at reading, but aunt Gwyn was confident that she would be able to learn.
Now, or when it was raining at least, was as good a time as any to try and practice and study. Spriggan squeezed quietly through the door, not wanting to disturb her aunt if she was still sleeping, and found that she was not the only one with this idea. In the far corner was her little cousin Ioan, already pouring over a book. Though his facial features told her that he was having the same difficulties in learning to read that she had.
He huffed and growled in frustration and Spriggan was able to watch him slam the book shut as she entered the door. The tiny girl visibly cringed as he did so, her blue and lavender gaze instinctively looking to where their aunt might have been. Thankfully no one was there to scold any loud noises so Spriggan approached the younger boy curiously.
"Do you have trouble reading too?” Her question was soft, almost whispered as she approached his comfy reading nook. Her ears laid back in embarrassment, but she felt better knowing she wasn’t the only one that struggled with their reading lessons.
"Spriggan Carpathius"
Usually she would make her way into the greenhouse she wanted to be present for family breakfast. The day was incredibly early and it wasn’t likely her mother or siblings had awoken yet, and if she could sneak into the castle maybe Bowen wouldn’t notice that she had slept out in the gardens that night. The castle was quiet so Spriggan tried to keep her pawsteps to the ornate rugs that decorated the stone floors. Making her way carefully up to the library. She wasn’t very good at reading, but aunt Gwyn was confident that she would be able to learn.
Now, or when it was raining at least, was as good a time as any to try and practice and study. Spriggan squeezed quietly through the door, not wanting to disturb her aunt if she was still sleeping, and found that she was not the only one with this idea. In the far corner was her little cousin Ioan, already pouring over a book. Though his facial features told her that he was having the same difficulties in learning to read that she had.
He huffed and growled in frustration and Spriggan was able to watch him slam the book shut as she entered the door. The tiny girl visibly cringed as he did so, her blue and lavender gaze instinctively looking to where their aunt might have been. Thankfully no one was there to scold any loud noises so Spriggan approached the younger boy curiously.
"Do you have trouble reading too?” Her question was soft, almost whispered as she approached his comfy reading nook. Her ears laid back in embarrassment, but she felt better knowing she wasn’t the only one that struggled with their reading lessons.
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