05-26-2016, 11:27 PM
And in a flurry of snow, there he is!
She grins at the wintery breeze that swirls around the child, then begins to crystallize in front of them into the form of her mate. “Weir, this is Graeme.” She watches Graeme’s expression as Weir addresses her and comments on her wings. Weir is being his lovely self as always, but it’s hard to guess what the girl will think of him. Eira doesn’t know what the girl has been through after all.
But she doesn’t seem too concerned, though perhaps confused. “Weir is, well, Weir is my mate, Graeme.” She’s not really sure how else to define what they have. “We have two children together - Neva and Newton.” For truly, she’s come to regard Neva as her own too. “Newton’s your age, I think the two of you will get along.”
Weir’s comment on her wings leads to more questions, and Eira’s head cocks to the side as she thinks. “I don’t think so, off the top of my head … oh wait!” She turns her head to look at Weir. “Doesn’t one of the members of the army have wings? Ph … I don’t remember his name. Do you think he’d be willing to give Grame a few flying lessons?” He’d probably be their best bet - while both Weir and Eira have ways to ‘fly’ of sorts, neither of them use wings. Unless Weir is still hiding some trick or other.
She takes a few steps towards Weir and reaches up to whisper in his ear. “I hope this is alright. I found her in the den and I … I just couldn’t leave her there, poor thing. She was so hungry, and I do have milk to spare.”
She grins at the wintery breeze that swirls around the child, then begins to crystallize in front of them into the form of her mate. “Weir, this is Graeme.” She watches Graeme’s expression as Weir addresses her and comments on her wings. Weir is being his lovely self as always, but it’s hard to guess what the girl will think of him. Eira doesn’t know what the girl has been through after all.
But she doesn’t seem too concerned, though perhaps confused. “Weir is, well, Weir is my mate, Graeme.” She’s not really sure how else to define what they have. “We have two children together - Neva and Newton.” For truly, she’s come to regard Neva as her own too. “Newton’s your age, I think the two of you will get along.”
Weir’s comment on her wings leads to more questions, and Eira’s head cocks to the side as she thinks. “I don’t think so, off the top of my head … oh wait!” She turns her head to look at Weir. “Doesn’t one of the members of the army have wings? Ph … I don’t remember his name. Do you think he’d be willing to give Grame a few flying lessons?” He’d probably be their best bet - while both Weir and Eira have ways to ‘fly’ of sorts, neither of them use wings. Unless Weir is still hiding some trick or other.
She takes a few steps towards Weir and reaches up to whisper in his ear. “I hope this is alright. I found her in the den and I … I just couldn’t leave her there, poor thing. She was so hungry, and I do have milk to spare.”
EIRA
nothing's only words, that's how hearts get hurt
Bah, tricky getting back into posting. Sorry for the horrendous wait!
I'm going to post Neva too, but you don't have to wait for her. Unless you want to start a new thread because I've taken so long on this one? (Again I'm so sorry)