12-27-2018, 07:35 AM
Eurwen
in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
Sisters were important. Family is important, is what Papa said but to be honest, her twin sister is of course then the most important figure in Eurwen’s still-short life. Oisín liked going out, on their own, and well, sometimes little Wen had to admit that she liked exploring things, too. She was, at the core, as curious as her sister, but just more scared that she’d accidentally hurt herself or some small creature, and thus her explorations were about ten times slower had she gone about it at her own rate.
Sheen had quite a hard time toning down her voice. Mama usually said that they could all hear her in her quiet voice too, though to Eurwen it still wasn’t that quiet (because she could be much quieterer than her older twin). But she followed, and when the chocolate and gold sister brought her to an ugly tree, the white-rosy girl made a face. ”Sheen, we’ve seen the trees already! They’re all brown twisty things with stingy needles!” she now complained. Couldn’t they do something different then? To Oisín everything was exciting. But at the pace Eurwen discovered the world, she had found out that some things were just similar to another, and they did not need to inspect every tree to know they were all roughly the same.
Following her sister nonetheless (someone had to prevent her from deopping from the nearest cliffs), the pink-spotted filly tugged her sister’s golden tail. Perhaps she’s stop running away and listen for once. ”Snow. Rocks. Needles. Moss. More snow?” she listed from past experiences with the island.
Sheen had quite a hard time toning down her voice. Mama usually said that they could all hear her in her quiet voice too, though to Eurwen it still wasn’t that quiet (because she could be much quieterer than her older twin). But she followed, and when the chocolate and gold sister brought her to an ugly tree, the white-rosy girl made a face. ”Sheen, we’ve seen the trees already! They’re all brown twisty things with stingy needles!” she now complained. Couldn’t they do something different then? To Oisín everything was exciting. But at the pace Eurwen discovered the world, she had found out that some things were just similar to another, and they did not need to inspect every tree to know they were all roughly the same.
Following her sister nonetheless (someone had to prevent her from deopping from the nearest cliffs), the pink-spotted filly tugged her sister’s golden tail. Perhaps she’s stop running away and listen for once. ”Snow. Rocks. Needles. Moss. More snow?” she listed from past experiences with the island.
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
in the spring becomes the rose
@[Oisin]