She left the children momentarily, knowing the warmth of the bright afternoon would keep them comfortable even in her absence. She meandered through Bluepeace Meadow as the wildflowers swayed, always within sight of the den’s mouth.
She gazed toward the cerulean heavens, fangs bared for a moment. Hanging on the wind were a few ivory gulls, and swallows whisked to and fro. She sniffed indignantly and licked her lips. No eagles, no hawks, no falcons.
She would never lose another the way she had lost Reqiuem, she promised herself.
And then she sang out for her sister, her brother, for Svalinn and the others- Maleah, who might like to spend some time with the two-week old children, Cayetano if he was near, his elderly ward Kheviel if she was well. Her nieces and nephews might want to handle the young ones, annd bring their newest siblings ans well. And one by one she brought her children- @Cheri, @Jean-Heron, @Èlosie and @Roux so they could rest in a soft bed of new grass in the roving shadows of the flowering trees they lived beneath.
She gazed toward the cerulean heavens, fangs bared for a moment. Hanging on the wind were a few ivory gulls, and swallows whisked to and fro. She sniffed indignantly and licked her lips. No eagles, no hawks, no falcons.
She would never lose another the way she had lost Reqiuem, she promised herself.
And then she sang out for her sister, her brother, for Svalinn and the others- Maleah, who might like to spend some time with the two-week old children, Cayetano if he was near, his elderly ward Kheviel if she was well. Her nieces and nephews might want to handle the young ones, annd bring their newest siblings ans well. And one by one she brought her children- @Cheri, @Jean-Heron, @Èlosie and @Roux so they could rest in a soft bed of new grass in the roving shadows of the flowering trees they lived beneath.
It can be assumed that if Chacal is speaking, she will be singing. Her speaking patterns will always have a melodic quality to them.
May 10, 2024, 04:36 AM
the saint, belly full with salty seal fats and fish — that she was getting better at catching — was beginning to gain weight again, filling back out with aching slowness of blood beneath a bruise. but already, she did not look so gaunt, so bonethin; her golden eye brighter and more alert.
a small bundle of feathers: brown and spotted of a hawk, some white and grey of seagulls, is carried betwixt her jaws. she'd meant to use them to decorate her den, when she made or found one.
her steps slow as she comes across chacal, perhaps subconsciously drawn by the song despite that it had not been meant for her. ears flutter back to rest at half mast atop her skull, steps faltering as her gaze goes from the mother and leader of sapphique to the four small children.
hesitant and unsure.
it wasn't too late to slink back the way she came and avoid the little outing.
a small bundle of feathers: brown and spotted of a hawk, some white and grey of seagulls, is carried betwixt her jaws. she'd meant to use them to decorate her den, when she made or found one.
her steps slow as she comes across chacal, perhaps subconsciously drawn by the song despite that it had not been meant for her. ears flutter back to rest at half mast atop her skull, steps faltering as her gaze goes from the mother and leader of sapphique to the four small children.
hesitant and unsure.
it wasn't too late to slink back the way she came and avoid the little outing.
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