09-03-2011, 08:28 AM
Shawchert smiled wide, a smile that he saved only for the two children of his heart and body. He could see so much of Orin in her, and yet there was a smidgen of what he was like when he was young, though he had to suppress it when he was a pup or he'd have been killed by his father. He poised a little straighter, a prouder man than he was a few seconds before her words came out. This was what fatherhood was like, and he loved it. Kneeling down, then sitting, he found it better to be closer to his daughter.
"So maybe if we try to sit as still as flowers, and pretend we are one, maybe a butterfly might land on you, hold your head up, and keep your eyes out, but we cant move unless the wind moves us!"
He figured it would be a fun game, though it wouldn't last too long, a pup could only stay stll for so long, but seeing as the butterfly was still in the vicinity, he was sure it would come by again. maybe land on her. he held his hands a little in front of him, and his eyes went to the butterfly that the pup had tried to catch. It might have been a game of patience, something she would eventually learn when training to hunt, but he knew that as a pup this might not last.
"So maybe if we try to sit as still as flowers, and pretend we are one, maybe a butterfly might land on you, hold your head up, and keep your eyes out, but we cant move unless the wind moves us!"
He figured it would be a fun game, though it wouldn't last too long, a pup could only stay stll for so long, but seeing as the butterfly was still in the vicinity, he was sure it would come by again. maybe land on her. he held his hands a little in front of him, and his eyes went to the butterfly that the pup had tried to catch. It might have been a game of patience, something she would eventually learn when training to hunt, but he knew that as a pup this might not last.