He lifted her up in his strong arms and held her there. She gazed down on the world, amazed by the world’s appearance from a higher point of view. She really wanted to grow up instantly only to be able to stay on this level. He whispered his words into her ear, and she nodded quietly, a pathetic overwhelming happy expression on her pale face. She wondered what kind of important things he had to do, and she considered asking if he needed help, but the plan to try to be of assistance died as Ember entered the scene. Why was Ember so pretty looking? Noir was not wearing anything, but she was not in a form where dresses would fit her. She was oblivious to this fact, and therefore she could only stare at the green eyed female with envy shining in her blue and gold sprinkled orbs.
All of a sudden she could feel a slight regret for making Dawali hold her, because the approaching woman and her horse made her shiny eyes want to pop out. The sight of the horse drove her breath away, and she wanted to run straight over to the woman to ask to sit on the pack animal. Noir wanted one too, and she wanted it so badly. Though, when the scarred male arrived, her face sought sanctuary against the sub-leader’s chest. She felt a shiver run through her little body, and her hackles rose slowly until she heard his hello. She grimaced against the man’s chest and refused to allow her curiosity to let her have another look on the white and scary looking man. He was not pretty, and even though Noir took pride in being an overall friendly being, she did not want to talk nor look at him.
Ocèane’s voice drifted in and called her a baby, but she did not respond to her darker sister’s words. Her female sibling always said mean stuff to her anyway, so she had decided that she would just ignore Oce’s stupid words when they came. Perhaps, if she managed to make this last long enough, she would stop bugging her lighter sister. Attila came too, and she finally dispatched herself from the big man’s chest and looked down at him, flashing a little smile. ”Hi, Attila, so pretty you!” He had pretty things on him, and she thought he looked quite handsome. She wished she could have found some pretty things to put on as well. Her jealous thoughts were interrupted when the man put her down and told her to be nice, and she nodded at him again, determined to make him proud.
When the sub-leader started talking, she sincerely tried to listen, but as he kept talking and the words became too difficult for her to understand, her eyes slowly wandered over to the greyish woman. She had said that Noir had grown, and seemed so nice. The child meant that she could remember the adult’s face, but she could make no name out of that face. She had been very nice to the child, and therefore Noir desperately wanted to get to know her and her oh so extremely pretty horse. Dawali and the ritual he was performing were completely forgotten. Her paws soundlessly tapped against the cool ground, and it was very hard for the child to sit still. Her face turned to Dawali to see him throw something into the fire, and she used this opportunity to sneak over to the woman that had arrived with the horse, trying the best she could to ignore the scary scarred man.
When she was by the woman’s feet, she let a timid whimper sound, a quiet plea for attention.