March 02, 2016, 03:09 PM
her father had returned, and deirdre had noted his dour mood. as ever the babe tried to assuage him; she waved gifts from eilidh that she would share with him, and even offered him a favored boon of her and emaleth's to have for his own, if he so desired it (with emaleth's aide). she so disliked to see him such a way! and he seemed to know it, for he had departed from the den to attend to other business hours ago.
in the meantime, deirdre herself lay upon the floor in quiet thought. when their mother, the willow, moved so that she might stretch her legs and relieve herself, deirdre shifted to her belly, and looked to emaleth. their babbling days had nearly finished; there were words they could not yet pronounce that they said and knew the meaning as it came from their lips, though no one else would understand but for them. deirdre had thought of something that might please their father, and it was something that always managed to delight the two of them.
in the meantime, deirdre herself lay upon the floor in quiet thought. when their mother, the willow, moved so that she might stretch her legs and relieve herself, deirdre shifted to her belly, and looked to emaleth. their babbling days had nearly finished; there were words they could not yet pronounce that they said and knew the meaning as it came from their lips, though no one else would understand but for them. deirdre had thought of something that might please their father, and it was something that always managed to delight the two of them.
emaleth,she breathed, rising to all fours,
witch surpise papa,the cub had not yet grasped 'i' or 'we' or 'us', yet; it felt like not so long ago that she was deirdre alone, but she could be many other things, too—stella, witch, 'you' to name only a few—and it did not even occur to her she might be wrong at all. but they were both called 'witch', a moniker always fondly spoken with no negative connotation to it. she peered at her sister, hopeful.