01-08-2017, 11:35 PM
Carwyn
Folded wings into flattening veins and fluttering eyes
It is clear from her arrival that Eyetooth and Cassady are going to carry this conversation, for the most part. Carwyn takes the opportunity to take a long look at them. The boy has a glow of glowing bits and a rather grumpy demeanor, even snapping at his own sister. Perhaps, Carwyn thinks, he is not so different from Cassie. She is known to take a grump swipe at people on off days as well. That bit of Kellyn and Elite that Carwyn didn’t get. (Maybe, she thinks now, it came from whichever ancestor these three colorful creatures share – Cassady had said she felt the kinship, as she was rushing off).
The girl is more colorful, purple and green, with a bright personality that Carwyn envies. How easy would life be, if you could simply strike up a conversation with anyone anywhere? Brennen does it, but not with this much enthusiasm. He has told her that it’s simply a matter of diplomacy and polite small talk, but she likes grandfather Cagney’s quiet way better. He is so taciturn that people often speak just to fill the silence.
The word “hiding” makes her self-conscious and she steps forward to stand even with her sister, just barely taller even though she is a good two years or so younger. She is closer to the age of the two near-strangers than to Cassady, though she supposes that it doesn’t much matter once you reach adulthood and before you reach old age. (She doesn’t realize, yet, that she will never reach old age). “Hello,” she offers, smiling, though Cassady has already spoken her name. “Pleasure to meet you.”
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