06-13-2008, 03:36 AM
The bronze and cream fae smiled as the excitement seemed to flash in the other's eyes as the home tongue was brough upon her ears. Finishing her stroll to where the lady sat the Sadira child moved to stand beside her looking out to sea. Firefly had hardly ever worn the dressing of the tribes that she'd visited with but she'd kept the knotwork gifts that they'd laid upon her. She wore the bands around her arms as well as a torch around her throat. The tribe's royalty had adopted her and her siblings as family though she was the only one of the three that had fully embraced it, though DaVinci wore his moad markings and torch still she knew it was only out of respect for those who'd adopted them into their fold. Firefly was wholehertedly inlove with the lands across the sea but when her siblings returned so did the lass.
The lass glanced to the lady beside her, taking in the simple rustic look of Eire, one she hadn't seen in so long, shaking her head softly she sighed. "It did grow to be home... but I'm actually from these lands. Firefly.. Tine Cuileog.. in Eire.." her eyes were filled with warm thoughts of her home away from home. A little runaway barely four moons old she'd headed overseas with DaVinci and Magdalena, with the blessing of their mother and a promise to return to the motherlands... though those lands were nomore, the fire having rampaged through them. She shook her head and inhaled the scent of the sea and the scent of home that still clung to the woman beside her. "She's easy to miss.. Ireland.." she murmured as she gazed off listening to the call of the sea.
The lass glanced to the lady beside her, taking in the simple rustic look of Eire, one she hadn't seen in so long, shaking her head softly she sighed. "It did grow to be home... but I'm actually from these lands. Firefly.. Tine Cuileog.. in Eire.." her eyes were filled with warm thoughts of her home away from home. A little runaway barely four moons old she'd headed overseas with DaVinci and Magdalena, with the blessing of their mother and a promise to return to the motherlands... though those lands were nomore, the fire having rampaged through them. She shook her head and inhaled the scent of the sea and the scent of home that still clung to the woman beside her. "She's easy to miss.. Ireland.." she murmured as she gazed off listening to the call of the sea.