The Tangle hips that could bear you a buffalo

The snowdrop’s tail whisked behind her genially, but its metronomic rhythm, like Eirlys herself, was slow and steady instead of spontaneous and energetic. “It’s not too bad,” she said thoughtfully, poking it again with an accompanying grimace. “I forget it’s there until I poke it, but now that I know it’s there, I keep wanting to poke it — to…make sure if it’s still there…I guess.” Why had she said that? [Author’s Note: WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS] “Probably I’ll have my mama look at it,” she said slowly, hoping Ceallach wouldn’t worry too much when they were reunited. She had no way of knowing that her littermate was already on the search for her.

Thankfully, Fury moved on to another topic, looping back to the origin of the Fearghal’s name. This manner of conversing suited Eirlys, who often felt like she was left behind when it came to the whole talking thing. “Well,” she said, looking at the other girl a little shyly, trying to make a joke, “you’re not angry, either.” She certainly didn’t look like a creature whose name warranted such a fiery meaning. “Mama says I used to be white. I just changed colors later, like my — ”

Say it fast and it’ll hurt less.

“ — like my äiti.” Eirlys’ mouth hardened as she pressed her lips together.