That's fine. 500+ It was amazing how big the difference from one to two was. Although it was mostly Attila’s own strength that surpassed hers, the little girl suddenly felt very strong when it was obvious that the fur was moving. Her poor tail swung around violent as ever, simply not able to express her joy and satisfaction with her brother. Her eyes sprung to his features while they pulled, and they shone like a thousand splendid suns, just for him. Her mind was all filled up with how incredibly happy their mother would be when she came home. Perhaps Tayui would bring them some food, because Noir sure was feeling hungry after all this work. It was hard being a mommy, and it was Noir’s sole purpose in life (at the moment at least) to attempt to share her ivory mother’s burden and try to ease things for her as good as she could. This was not a lot, but better than nothing. If anything, it was a sole proof that Tayui had a daughter that was intent on pleasing the ones she loved. Noir was just a bundle of reincarnated innocence and goodness. Now when Attila was so good at helping her, his flaws were completely forgotten, and all she could think of was how wonderful and nice he was. This naivety would very likely get her into less attractive situations in the future, but the presence was all that mattered, and the future was far away.
The furs were out all too fast, and the little Aston girl sat down on her bum next to her ivory brother, panting a little before she padded down into the dark den again. Her ears flattened instantly when she saw the den’s filthy floor. She wrinkled her nose and looked up to Attila. ”Eeew, Attijaah, it dirty has is!” Her lips curved upwards nonetheless, because she was the reserve mommy that would clean up this mess no matter what. Her baby blue eyes danced around the scenery in their attempt to localize something she could use to sweep the dirt out. She turned and headed out, aiming for one of the rabbit furs she had managed to drag out at the very start. She pushed Toefur away to gain access to the soft skins. She picked the darkest one so to stain it less. She did not realize that the reason darker things did not seem to get as dirty as white was simply because of the colour. She was not extremely bright for her age, but nothing she did was intended to do any harm whatsoever. ”Undirty floors, I! It can watch, Attijah?” He had worked so hard for her, so it was only fair that she would be the one doing the work. It was her idea, now his, and it would not be fair to drag him into this. She entered the den again with her ‘broom’ and started to sweep the place.
It took quite a while, because Noir was as clumsy as anyone, but after a while the job was done, although it could have been done better. She was just a tiny child though, so her mother would definitely be able to see the effort her little Noir had put into this. ”Attijah what thinks it? Clean, clean, and things in-again-time?” The girl went to her larger brother and waited for answer, curious if his limits had already been reached. Her success solely rested on him. She really wished she could be as strong as him. Or even Ocèane. The child was completely unaware of this fact, but she had the same small build as her grandmother on her father’s side. She would never grow to be as large or compact as her mother. |
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