06-12-2020, 10:03 PM
She is different, and Ciri finds herself immediately taking a liking to the magenta and lightning-marked girl. They are polar opposites in looks but Cirilla likes that about the stranger, from her wings and her horns down to her spade-tipped tail. She introduces herself as Tarte and Ciri smiles brightly at her follow-up question, but she doesn’t respond as Tarte steps forward. It is unusual for a stranger to be so bold, and Ciri is as still as a statue as Tarte’s nose touches her short golden mane.
When she takes a step back Ciri lets out a nervous giggle, but nods anyways. “I do!” she exclaims, but the approach of another interrupts the rest of her speech, and she turns to find Gar approaching them, a smile that seems almost forced playing on his lips. Eagerly she presses herself against her brother, cradling herself into his warmth. She hopes that Phyx will be along soon as well - normally once Gar leaves the nest, she is soon to follow.
She tries to squash the jealousy in her gut that Gar has already made friends and grown beyond the borders of the Cove, but it’s hard. Despite his friendly demeanor, in Ciri’s opinion he is the prodigal son; Ghaul always takes him gallivanting off on some adventure while he only coos compliments at his sweet, powerless daughter. As if it is supposed to make her feel better? Maybe Ciri wants a taste of that adventure, too.
Oh, if only she knew how wrong she would be.
It will save them a lot of pain down the road.
“How did you guys meet?” she asks, eyes shining brightly as she grins at Tarte. “There hasn't been many other children in the Cove that I’ve met yet, but I’m glad you’re here!”
When she takes a step back Ciri lets out a nervous giggle, but nods anyways. “I do!” she exclaims, but the approach of another interrupts the rest of her speech, and she turns to find Gar approaching them, a smile that seems almost forced playing on his lips. Eagerly she presses herself against her brother, cradling herself into his warmth. She hopes that Phyx will be along soon as well - normally once Gar leaves the nest, she is soon to follow.
She tries to squash the jealousy in her gut that Gar has already made friends and grown beyond the borders of the Cove, but it’s hard. Despite his friendly demeanor, in Ciri’s opinion he is the prodigal son; Ghaul always takes him gallivanting off on some adventure while he only coos compliments at his sweet, powerless daughter. As if it is supposed to make her feel better? Maybe Ciri wants a taste of that adventure, too.
Oh, if only she knew how wrong she would be.
It will save them a lot of pain down the road.
“How did you guys meet?” she asks, eyes shining brightly as she grins at Tarte. “There hasn't been many other children in the Cove that I’ve met yet, but I’m glad you’re here!”
cirilla
my sky's not blue, it's violent rain.
my sky's not blue, it's violent rain.
@[Tarte] @[yadigar]