forever young, i want to be forever young
Her sister seems taken aback, confused by her words. Potion is patient as Kirke goes on, she lives here, she says. Potion only smiles, a small smile but a smile nonetheless. Still she notices the narrowing of her sister's eyes, wondering why the other would look at her in such a way. Perhaps she was dirty, Father hated when she was dirty too. Maybe in this respect they were alike? Then she momentarily wondered how much her sister took after Father. She had purple of course, that much was apparent. She had wings as well, Father had those, not so vivid but he had them.
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry. Of course, I mean to say, you are? As in Oh, YOU are Kirke." She gives clarification of her previous questions, "Father has spoken to me of you before." She is entirely forthcoming with this knowledge, with this interaction, wiggling her short tail and watching her sibling through purpled eyes.
She's young, curious as children tend to be. Looking at the filly's wings, wondering what they might feel like. Perhaps they are heavy? Isn't that terrible though? "Are they heavy? Do you want to be bigger? I bet they are not so heavy if you were bigger." It's an innocent enough question, it's meaning likely lost. Yet still she rambles on with it, as though anyone might know what she means to say. "Is it fun to fly? Oh, it looks so fun! I like to watch Father from the cliff, just there." She nods in the direction of their Grandfather's statue, but through the fog it is not currently visible. "Oh, Carys, yes. Well, I assumed that one was your mother."
There were little in the way of mares in the Cove and it was obvious this child did not belong to her Grandmother or her aunt. Soon enough she might have more reason to be confused as to which female had birthed her sibling, but not yet.
"Oh, me? Just the ocean, the fog." She turns herself to look at the endless choppy water. "It's so big isn't it? And it's always been too, Father says it was here before him, before Grandmother even. Isn't that interesting?"
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry. Of course, I mean to say, you are? As in Oh, YOU are Kirke." She gives clarification of her previous questions, "Father has spoken to me of you before." She is entirely forthcoming with this knowledge, with this interaction, wiggling her short tail and watching her sibling through purpled eyes.
She's young, curious as children tend to be. Looking at the filly's wings, wondering what they might feel like. Perhaps they are heavy? Isn't that terrible though? "Are they heavy? Do you want to be bigger? I bet they are not so heavy if you were bigger." It's an innocent enough question, it's meaning likely lost. Yet still she rambles on with it, as though anyone might know what she means to say. "Is it fun to fly? Oh, it looks so fun! I like to watch Father from the cliff, just there." She nods in the direction of their Grandfather's statue, but through the fog it is not currently visible. "Oh, Carys, yes. Well, I assumed that one was your mother."
There were little in the way of mares in the Cove and it was obvious this child did not belong to her Grandmother or her aunt. Soon enough she might have more reason to be confused as to which female had birthed her sibling, but not yet.
"Oh, me? Just the ocean, the fog." She turns herself to look at the endless choppy water. "It's so big isn't it? And it's always been too, Father says it was here before him, before Grandmother even. Isn't that interesting?"
Potion
Kirin x Nicia
mmm. bleh. idk what this is, maybe you can think of something nice in response lol xD