03-12-2009, 03:08 PM
The girl watched as her father came and sat next to her, her tail thumping against the ground lazilly once or twice. His words made her brows furrow as she listened, trying to understand. Grownups were so strange. In her little world, everyone was friends. No one was angry at anyone, except for a little. And they always made up. Firefly hated daddy. That wasn't what Willow had understood talking to the fiery woman. Firefly had called momma bad names, names she got yelled at for repeating.
"What choo do to make her mad? Why can't you all be friends?" She looked up at him, her sky blue eyes serious. "You can give her the squirrel and make her not mad. maybe she's just tired and needs a nap." She unhelpfully tried to give her dad several options of how to make Firefly less angry at everyone.
"What choo do to make her mad? Why can't you all be friends?" She looked up at him, her sky blue eyes serious. "You can give her the squirrel and make her not mad. maybe she's just tired and needs a nap." She unhelpfully tried to give her dad several options of how to make Firefly less angry at everyone.