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Oh yeah, no baby talk for them, hahah!
500+
Mamaidh had given them permission to travel beyond the den. She had said that they were old enough now to move around on their own. The twins had been delighted. Chastity had felt a hint of nervousness. They had been left alone before when Mamaidh had gone hunting, but never had they been permitted such full independence. But Mamaidh had sensed Chastity’s change of heart and had promised that she would not be far. Comforted, the girl had set out on her way. She kept close to her brother because they had always been close. She couldn’t remember when they had not been together. The little girl smiled at her brother and nuzzled his shoulder as he walked, but much silence was allowed to persist as they continued upon their determined mission of exploration.
They saw many things that they had seen before. And yet, it was all suddenly different.... The two-egg twins knew it to be the same, and yet somehow it was not. Chastity thought that it must be because Mamaidh was not with them. Because they were accustom to following her, the twins had not taken time to truly look at their surroundings. But, now that they walked on their own, the twins saw many things that they had not seen before. The bugs and the birds were not among those unfamiliars. Instead, it was the moss and the rocks and the mushrooms. It was the soft, sponginess of the ground here that was very different from the grassy firmness of the den. The girl, her appearance like her Dadaidh’s, was delighted, and so she smiled. It was strange, she realized suddenly, that she and Honor could smile and look happy when Mamaidh and Dadaidh only seemed to feel things. It was a strange and magical thing. "Mamaidh and Dadaidh must be magical," Chastity said suddenly, knowing that her brother would somehow understand. He always somehow understood. They somehow understood each other.
"Look, Honor," the little voice of the girl called as she pointed her muzzle over her shoulder. "The leaves are falling." She turned her black and white eyes back towards the golden leaves that fell in the cool air from a tree that was neither big nor small. It was very magical, the young hybrid decided, and it seemed as if there was more to the golden leaves than the simple death of a plant. Such thoughts were unbecoming of young children, but the twins thought differently. They had been raised by parents who did not know how to raise children, but they had been raised well. The little girl smiled brightly as she trotted into the glade, placing herself in the midst of the golden rain. She closed her eyes and let them fall upon her little body, delighted by the soft brush that was felt with every little contact. Sometimes, Mamaidh said that the world sang, but the little girl had never heard the world sing. As she listened now to the sound of the leaves’ occasional flap or bending in the air, she supposed that it made a song. But what she really heard was the birds in the background, and that sound, in the girl’s mind, was tied directly to the magic of this characteristic autumnal phenomenon. "It feels like magic," she said, opening her eyes to find her brother. And so it must be magic.
Oh yeah, no baby talk for them, hahah!
500+
Mamaidh had given them permission to travel beyond the den. She had said that they were old enough now to move around on their own. The twins had been delighted. Chastity had felt a hint of nervousness. They had been left alone before when Mamaidh had gone hunting, but never had they been permitted such full independence. But Mamaidh had sensed Chastity’s change of heart and had promised that she would not be far. Comforted, the girl had set out on her way. She kept close to her brother because they had always been close. She couldn’t remember when they had not been together. The little girl smiled at her brother and nuzzled his shoulder as he walked, but much silence was allowed to persist as they continued upon their determined mission of exploration.
They saw many things that they had seen before. And yet, it was all suddenly different.... The two-egg twins knew it to be the same, and yet somehow it was not. Chastity thought that it must be because Mamaidh was not with them. Because they were accustom to following her, the twins had not taken time to truly look at their surroundings. But, now that they walked on their own, the twins saw many things that they had not seen before. The bugs and the birds were not among those unfamiliars. Instead, it was the moss and the rocks and the mushrooms. It was the soft, sponginess of the ground here that was very different from the grassy firmness of the den. The girl, her appearance like her Dadaidh’s, was delighted, and so she smiled. It was strange, she realized suddenly, that she and Honor could smile and look happy when Mamaidh and Dadaidh only seemed to feel things. It was a strange and magical thing. "Mamaidh and Dadaidh must be magical," Chastity said suddenly, knowing that her brother would somehow understand. He always somehow understood. They somehow understood each other.
"Look, Honor," the little voice of the girl called as she pointed her muzzle over her shoulder. "The leaves are falling." She turned her black and white eyes back towards the golden leaves that fell in the cool air from a tree that was neither big nor small. It was very magical, the young hybrid decided, and it seemed as if there was more to the golden leaves than the simple death of a plant. Such thoughts were unbecoming of young children, but the twins thought differently. They had been raised by parents who did not know how to raise children, but they had been raised well. The little girl smiled brightly as she trotted into the glade, placing herself in the midst of the golden rain. She closed her eyes and let them fall upon her little body, delighted by the soft brush that was felt with every little contact. Sometimes, Mamaidh said that the world sang, but the little girl had never heard the world sing. As she listened now to the sound of the leaves’ occasional flap or bending in the air, she supposed that it made a song. But what she really heard was the birds in the background, and that sound, in the girl’s mind, was tied directly to the magic of this characteristic autumnal phenomenon. "It feels like magic," she said, opening her eyes to find her brother. And so it must be magic.