05-10-2021, 04:15 PM
Saturnelle, because her mother had a fondness for extravagant names. Ones that held weight on the tongue, stuck with you after you said them. That did not stop her siblings from finding shorter ways to call her by. Satin, Nellie, Nell, Snail. A variety of words that all meant her.
She was little, compared to others of her birth range. She'd been born later in the year than they had, though she hadn't been late, per say. The going theory was that because of the way her dam had travelled life and death, it had paused her gestation. Slowed the growth of the fluttering little life until things had stabilized long enough for her to develop properly. Little Nell, all legs and oversized wings, ran as hard as she could to keep up with her elder siblings.
They were scattering now. Cheri, beautiful Cheri, had left them for real. To big and full of life to be happy in the sheltered woods long, she'd escaped as soon as she could, and Saturnelle couldn't wait to follow her. Big brother Reynard was a slower paced soul, a watcher, not a doer. But he was a good listener and a good sport when she wanted his attention, and always had a moment to spare her. Memorie was as pretty as Cheri, but in a more natural sort of way. Approachable, where Cheri was otherworldly. It had been a little while since she'd seen the coppery sibling, not long enough to worry. And then there was Wit.
Only a bit older, but already so much stronger. It took everything she had to keep up with him. Huffing and puffing little clouds of mist, the bay little girl trotted with increasing frustration through the towering trees. He was hiding. She was seeking. And seeking. And seeking some more. Maybe getting a teensy bit suspicious that her half brother had wandered out of the zone they'd agreed on for their game.
"If I have to burn down all these trees to find you, I will! She muttered to no one in particular. It wasn't as if she had any way to really follow through with the threat, but it felt good to say it.
She paused, nose quivering uncertain as she looked harder at her surroundings. Nothing obviously out of place, but her spidey senses had started tingling. Was that twig bent wrong? She approached it to look more closely, but no, there wasn't anything notable about it. That supposed hoofprint in the moss was just an uneven spot on the forest floor.
She grunted, annoyed. These spidey senses were less than reliable.
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She was little, compared to others of her birth range. She'd been born later in the year than they had, though she hadn't been late, per say. The going theory was that because of the way her dam had travelled life and death, it had paused her gestation. Slowed the growth of the fluttering little life until things had stabilized long enough for her to develop properly. Little Nell, all legs and oversized wings, ran as hard as she could to keep up with her elder siblings.
They were scattering now. Cheri, beautiful Cheri, had left them for real. To big and full of life to be happy in the sheltered woods long, she'd escaped as soon as she could, and Saturnelle couldn't wait to follow her. Big brother Reynard was a slower paced soul, a watcher, not a doer. But he was a good listener and a good sport when she wanted his attention, and always had a moment to spare her. Memorie was as pretty as Cheri, but in a more natural sort of way. Approachable, where Cheri was otherworldly. It had been a little while since she'd seen the coppery sibling, not long enough to worry. And then there was Wit.
Only a bit older, but already so much stronger. It took everything she had to keep up with him. Huffing and puffing little clouds of mist, the bay little girl trotted with increasing frustration through the towering trees. He was hiding. She was seeking. And seeking. And seeking some more. Maybe getting a teensy bit suspicious that her half brother had wandered out of the zone they'd agreed on for their game.
"If I have to burn down all these trees to find you, I will! She muttered to no one in particular. It wasn't as if she had any way to really follow through with the threat, but it felt good to say it.
She paused, nose quivering uncertain as she looked harder at her surroundings. Nothing obviously out of place, but her spidey senses had started tingling. Was that twig bent wrong? She approached it to look more closely, but no, there wasn't anything notable about it. That supposed hoofprint in the moss was just an uneven spot on the forest floor.
She grunted, annoyed. These spidey senses were less than reliable.
@[Tweak] ?