12-04-2008, 06:53 PM
Firefly often found herself alone, yet it wasn't out of a want or a need to be, generally just because she was. She would run into the packmates and family members from time to time but today she'd just been doing her newly presented duties when she'd come across the woad marked woman. Her emerald orbs had stared at the lass as she'd waited for a reply, taking in all the markings as she quietly took time to remember her own clan back east. She ddin't believe this girl had belonged to any of the ones of Ireland but it seemed that there was some connection just the same. She'd soon find out, she thought.. or maybe hoped. She was lonely for stories and tales of the old lands, not her lands by birth but she still belonged to them.
When those muscial words came pouring from the other's maw a soft smile played upon her lips. She missed hearing the accent and just the words made her want to weep as she turned the words over in her mind, gathering from her own history of the Gaels as she finally piped up. "Alba?" for her clan had still called the lands by their rightful name, or atleast one of them. She was uncertain thought if the territory was of Alba's lands, the scattered islands between her homeland and that north and east to her were many. She wished for the old castle and the ones her age running and taunting and teasing. She'd never been good at some of those childish games but she'd liked to watch.. once upon a time.
The small smile that greeted her was weakly returned as she was questioned in turn. She flicked her ears back as she answered honestly. "Born across the mountain.. in the pack of Storm." She shook her head, knowing that wasn't what the woman wanted but she was quiet a moment longer as she tried to gather herself. "I was adopted in one of the clans of Eire, along with my brother and sister though.." she flicked her orbs off towards the sea as she admitted. "I miss it there.." the words were wistful as she sighed. Either the want to hear the musical voices of far away was strong.. or she was just growing to be a kinder soul, but whatever the reason Firefly was not acting herself today.
She was offered a name and Firefly couldn't help but smile as she graced the lass with her own. "Firefly Sadira, or Tine Cuileog.. depending on who you ask.." No one here called her by the latter except DaVinci from time to time but to hear the words on her tongue brought another small smile to her maw. Such simple pleasures yet so far from home. Maybe Leland was right and she didn't really belong here but in her mind it was too late for that.
When those muscial words came pouring from the other's maw a soft smile played upon her lips. She missed hearing the accent and just the words made her want to weep as she turned the words over in her mind, gathering from her own history of the Gaels as she finally piped up. "Alba?" for her clan had still called the lands by their rightful name, or atleast one of them. She was uncertain thought if the territory was of Alba's lands, the scattered islands between her homeland and that north and east to her were many. She wished for the old castle and the ones her age running and taunting and teasing. She'd never been good at some of those childish games but she'd liked to watch.. once upon a time.
The small smile that greeted her was weakly returned as she was questioned in turn. She flicked her ears back as she answered honestly. "Born across the mountain.. in the pack of Storm." She shook her head, knowing that wasn't what the woman wanted but she was quiet a moment longer as she tried to gather herself. "I was adopted in one of the clans of Eire, along with my brother and sister though.." she flicked her orbs off towards the sea as she admitted. "I miss it there.." the words were wistful as she sighed. Either the want to hear the musical voices of far away was strong.. or she was just growing to be a kinder soul, but whatever the reason Firefly was not acting herself today.
She was offered a name and Firefly couldn't help but smile as she graced the lass with her own. "Firefly Sadira, or Tine Cuileog.. depending on who you ask.." No one here called her by the latter except DaVinci from time to time but to hear the words on her tongue brought another small smile to her maw. Such simple pleasures yet so far from home. Maybe Leland was right and she didn't really belong here but in her mind it was too late for that.