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At her brother’s certain confirmation, the hybrid girl nodded too. She was certain now, just as he was. Or perhaps she was certain because he was. Whatever it was, the young pup felt the certainty, and she smiled and turned toward him, nodding. They had to have magic, she knew that they did. Everything made sense now. The girl didn’t know how other pups came into the world, but she thought that without the presence of the wrens, without Mamaidh’s magic too, the twins would not have been able to come into the world. That was what she had reasoned. And now that she knew that wrens had magic too, everything made sense.
The black tipped ears of the coyote-hued girl lifted at the sound of her brother’s exclamation. Her posture straightened slightly, and for a moment a paw lifted as she listened. She had been taught by Mamaidh and Dadaidh how to use those ears, and so she practiced to listen more closely. But it was only a brief moment, for Honor had paused and had silently bid her to follow. It was as if the link between the twins was alive, and that, as the white jacketed boy moved away, the girl was tugged along with him. A soft but delighted smile brightened her face, and she immediately fell into pace, loping through the leaves until she had come beside him.
At his sudden exclamation, the girl’s ears lifted. And yet it was not the sound of her brother’s voice that caused those black-tipped aurals to lift but the sound of a passing whisper. It was like Mamaidh’s Raven, but it was much smaller, and it was not the same. Her heart skipped a beat, and it was as she felt sometimes when she was near Honor, when their minds were closest to one another. The heterochronian eyes flittered through the woods to find the winged wren, but she found that she was already running, running alongside her brother as if compelled to follow, as if somehow she were as inexorably tied to the bird as she was to her brother. She was silent, her mind urging them forward. Her paws carried her through the woods with light steps that she had learned from Mamaidh, although it was doubtful that such grace as her Mamaidh’s would ever be found in her paws.
The small bird she thought she could see ahead, flittering in and out of the golden light of the autumn woods. In her mind, the girl knew that the birds should not be here, and she knew that this one would not stay. There was almost a frantic need for her to reach the bird, to somehow ensnare it, and she was suddenly afraid that she would not be able to do so. She was afraid just as she was when she woke up from a dream and thought that Honor was not beside her. "Honor—they are flying away...." The words slid through her breathing, but she didn’t want to stop even though she knew that the birds could not be stopped.
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At her brother’s certain confirmation, the hybrid girl nodded too. She was certain now, just as he was. Or perhaps she was certain because he was. Whatever it was, the young pup felt the certainty, and she smiled and turned toward him, nodding. They had to have magic, she knew that they did. Everything made sense now. The girl didn’t know how other pups came into the world, but she thought that without the presence of the wrens, without Mamaidh’s magic too, the twins would not have been able to come into the world. That was what she had reasoned. And now that she knew that wrens had magic too, everything made sense.
The black tipped ears of the coyote-hued girl lifted at the sound of her brother’s exclamation. Her posture straightened slightly, and for a moment a paw lifted as she listened. She had been taught by Mamaidh and Dadaidh how to use those ears, and so she practiced to listen more closely. But it was only a brief moment, for Honor had paused and had silently bid her to follow. It was as if the link between the twins was alive, and that, as the white jacketed boy moved away, the girl was tugged along with him. A soft but delighted smile brightened her face, and she immediately fell into pace, loping through the leaves until she had come beside him.
At his sudden exclamation, the girl’s ears lifted. And yet it was not the sound of her brother’s voice that caused those black-tipped aurals to lift but the sound of a passing whisper. It was like Mamaidh’s Raven, but it was much smaller, and it was not the same. Her heart skipped a beat, and it was as she felt sometimes when she was near Honor, when their minds were closest to one another. The heterochronian eyes flittered through the woods to find the winged wren, but she found that she was already running, running alongside her brother as if compelled to follow, as if somehow she were as inexorably tied to the bird as she was to her brother. She was silent, her mind urging them forward. Her paws carried her through the woods with light steps that she had learned from Mamaidh, although it was doubtful that such grace as her Mamaidh’s would ever be found in her paws.
The small bird she thought she could see ahead, flittering in and out of the golden light of the autumn woods. In her mind, the girl knew that the birds should not be here, and she knew that this one would not stay. There was almost a frantic need for her to reach the bird, to somehow ensnare it, and she was suddenly afraid that she would not be able to do so. She was afraid just as she was when she woke up from a dream and thought that Honor was not beside her. "Honor—they are flying away...." The words slid through her breathing, but she didn’t want to stop even though she knew that the birds could not be stopped.