the girl awakes against the soft fur of whoever may be her caregiver in that instant, and is aware then that she is more awake than she has been before. the addition of some other sensory input is jarring, and her first and only desire is to turn it off. she cannot undo, however, what she does not know, and is stiff and alarmed into silence as her watery gaze stares just slightly above the horizon, and in this moment all she is aware of is light. there is still sensation, of the grass beneath and the fur beside, but she is focussed solely on the sight. seeing no other course of action immediately available, she stiffens all her limbs at once and yells - this has the undesired effect of propping up her front end in the closest thing to standing she's yet to achieve, and at this development, she yells her fury once more.
A warrior's cry rang through the air. It was war!
Well, no. It was just Isilmë, hollering her little lungs out over God knew what. He sidled up to the den and what Emily assumed to be Aure, sheltering the pups, and blinked curiously down at his daughter.
You're a little loudmouth, you know that?
he remarked wryly, raising a brow. Apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Just gotta learn to shut it sometimes, 'kay?
If she'd allow, he reached out and took her scruff in his jaws, plucking her from the shelter and out where he could give her more love than just words.
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Drago’s eyes had opened earlier that evening, and now, it seemed it was Isilmë’s time to follow suit. The pallid mother watched her squalling girl all the same, just as wryly as the inked father. When Verx plucked their child from the shelter of her arms, the farseer gazed after him with hesitant, but — yes,
allowing eyes.
”Don’t be too hard on him,” a teasing trill trailed after the pair, for Isi,
”He’s only weak in ze ankles, after all.” What if her daughter turned out to be the little ankle-biter she’d been, once upon a time? Simpering coyly, Aurëwen brought her attentions to her son; curving back about him and returning to an easy doze.
the rate at which new things seem to be occurring is dizzying compared with the dull two weeks past, and her eyes widen further (if that is possible) than they already have when the light is blotted out. This does much to lessen the hurt behind her eyes, and this, coupled with her familiarity with the shadow, suddenly increase her liking of him greatly. For this reason, she didn't increase the volume of her hollering when he scooped her up; merely snapped shut her maw and stiffened her legs as had become something like a habit. Her maw is half-open, and she is struck by the waring desire to eat her feet and keep them stiff and poking away from her. sensing an impasse between these two things, she falls still.
She stiffened like a stubborn goat, as she was wont to do. Verx chuckled against her scruff and set her down, lowering himself to lay beside her, sphinx-like, his barrel chest thrust out. For this little lady, I'm weak everywhere,
he called back to Aure, beaming.
Oh, so you do know how to shut your mouth,
Vercingetorix teased, placing his muzzle on his paws. He crossed his eyes at her, playfully, and stuck his tongue out a brief instant before she could come and grab it with her tiny teeth. C'mon, you can holler some more. That's why I got you out here in the open, so your mom wouldn't go crazy.
In illustration, he lifted his nose and gave a low, quiet croon, hideous for how rasping it was--but hopefully to illustrate the many wonders of sound.
her legs remained stiff even as he set her down, and suddenly, she was standing. the was very new and entirely exciting, and so she remained completely still. but it was certainly a lot for her developing legs to bear, and as soon as she stuck out a forelimb in what was almost her first step, the rest of her unruly legs crumbled, and she plopped to the ground. she yelled, but for the first time in her life, it was cut off by a wide grin that exposed a single, budding white tooth. the light and dark were starting to organize themselves into shapes with distinct lines and edges, and she had barely a moment to take this in before Verx crooned, low and raspy, and she stared at him. then she was crawling rapidly toward what she'd established as the shape the sounds come from, muzzle open in her own attempt at sound. something best describes as a drawn out, shouted grown emitted from her as her muzzle began to search for Verx's face, lacking the volume of her usual sounds but perhaps a little more hideous. she approached the edges of the shape and with a final lunge, sought to wrap her lethal gums (and single tooth) around his chin.
One little tooth. So cute! And then she emitted a terrible sound, infantile but satanic, and wobbled over to him, aiming her mouth for his chin. He let her latch on, rolling his eyes at however hard she was to gnaw (and rolling away if she got too much to handle, which might be the case, since he was a total wuss for his kids).
Geez, what is it about you and your brother and biting my face?
Verx asked. He snorted. Drago almost tried to poke my eye out the other day, you know. Don't get any ideas,
he added, casting a warning glance down at her.
He wondered if she knew what he was saying or if it was all still incomprehensible gibberish. He rued the day when she found out that most of what he said was comprehensible, but still probably gibberish. The illusion of him being somewhat normal and cool would be shattered forever. But then, girls weren't meant to find their dads cool, right?
Except he'd kinda wanted to be a Cool Dad. Do you think I'm cool, kiddo?
he asked jokingly, his voice a hoarse whisper.
Of course she did. Duh. And so they played on.