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Oh yeah, no baby talk for them, hahah!
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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.
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It was like opening his eyes for the first time. Blinking against a different sun, breathing different air. The world was new in a way, though their surroundings were so obviously the same. The boy used the senses he had been granted and explored this brand new world. His nose took in the smell of it, familiarly home, and yet it was changed. Without the eyes of their Mamaidh to watch their every movement the two siblings had the world at their disposal. It made the possibilities endless and the adventure pure and forever theirs. He had been the first to see the new light, but she was always close behind. He returned her small grin, bumping into her softly as she passed. Instead of watching the woad tail of his bearer sway before their noses, ebony and alabaster eyes looked beyond that was so easily noticeable.
Chastity spoke, her voice the comforting song that held his attention. His ear perked at the words she spoke. Their parents were creatures unlike themselves, such a thing was true. Where the twins held an exterior of excitement, their parents would take this experience and hold it with in. “They are” he spoke simply, eyes watching her as she moved below the trees that surrounded them. The tall guardians stood as sentries around the den, the tall oak the biggest of all. He looked when she told him to, and watched the leaves fall from gnarled and crooked branches. The pied boy stood in silence, the rainfall of dried and burnt greenery flutter with the wind’s persuasion. Walking among them Honor listened as the crunched below his paws. Such a thing was not new, and yet as his sandy hued twin spoke he felt that it was not just noise, but music.
“It is.” He responded, a smile on his dark face as he looked above and watched just a she did. Perhaps they always saw the same, a single view point in the pair of dual painted eyes. The fall shower began to pour from above as the wind brought forth a mighty gust. He felt the chill within his coat, and drew close to his sister knowing in a moment she would feel the chill as well. Another, as concurring as he felt he was inside would see the mound of leaves that had collected and barrel their way though it. Instead he looked inquisitively to eyes that matched his own, “But, who’s magic?” he asked, feeling that she would know.
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<3 I am having a rocky start too, even with my own char.... So I keep things short an concise until I get a good feel, ^=^
Hahah, I just realized that Cwmfen doesn’t know anything about fairytales and stuff >__>
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The black-tipped ears lifted forth at the sound of her brother’s affirmation. A little smile came to the hybrid’s muzzle, but she didn’t look at him. She didn’t need to look at her brother that was so very similarly coloured as Mamaidh’s Dream Raven. She knew that he was there, and she liked that he was there. It made her feel comfortable and secure to be around him. She had been by his side for so long that she did not even think about not being around him. "I wonder what makes them magical?" She wanted to be magical too. She didn’t know what magical creatures did, but the idea of being magical was a wonderful thing, and it made the female twin smile. She liked to smile and feel happy. While her smile was more visible on her muzzle than upon her parents’ maws, it was still not as intense as those of other faces. Chastity did not know that because she didn’t look at her reflection.
The soft leaves continued to fall upon her with touches that were like feathers, and it made the coyote-hued girl’s coat feel even softer. She wanted Honor to come see and feel too. And the light was warm on her fur in the cold Autumn day. "I don’t know," the little girl answered truthfully. The heterochromian eyes of black and white that so keenly reflected that of her brother continued to look up as if the bright light that shone through the trees would somehow reveal a magical creature. But there was nothing. There was only bright light. She squinted up at it, her eyes watering after several moments had passed. She turned away blinking and laughed like Mamaidh did sometimes, only her voice was younger and more full of emotion, of her mirth. As she blinked, her laughter faded and she smiled at Honor, her tail wagging several times before relaxing. "Maybe Nature has magic in it...." Her voice trailed off thoughtfully and her head tilted once more, but her gaze was locked contemplatively upon that of her brother’s. "Maybe wrens have magic," she suggested at length. Mamaidh had told them of the wrens that had been singing as they were born. The little girl found that story amazing and yet ordinary all at once. But maybe wrens were magic and let Honor and Chastity come to be with magical Mamaidh and Dadaidh.
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It was like having a noontime shadow, but then it wasn’t a shadow at all. It was something that filled the small space between them that was his comfort, it was knowing that she was beside him that was his normal, his reality. Before eyes opened to meet the day’s light, before ears awoke to the word and their Mamaidh’s voice she was there. Before his first though, she was his first moment. The boy took his sister’s question, turning it keenly over in his mind and wondering. He didn’t know, and a frustration began to blossom and grow. He wanted to be as special as they were, holding just as much magic. While Chastity smiled Honor did not see, for he looked above and into the leaves that whirled around them. In a moment he drew close to her, a small movement that took no thought. He touched her side, eyes wandering before settling on the little hybrid female. A smile came to his maw as they both stood in misunderstanding. While he only wanted to know, to have the question answered Chastity was the one that worked excitedly through the problem.
Maybe, he thought. His tail twitched, and then moved in a wave as she mentioned the Wren. Just as his sister knew, Honor had heard the story of their entrance into the world. Mamaidh has said that they sang, that their music and presence was something special. If it was, then couldn’t they have magic? Yes. “They do.” Honor confirmed, confident in his words. How could they not? The small birds seemed to flutter through the forest world, their song the pair’s constant music. Even if his black and white orbs could not see them, it was a presence that he felt. Similar, yet different then his tie with his twin. Perhaps they were his shadow. His tail wagged, a little fiercer and a little more eager. ”They fly!” He stated suddenly, looking at the tawny girls face with a smile. All frustration was gone, for the answers seemed to be right here. Large paws trotted though the leaf litter, their crunching death beneath his uneasy gait. He took only a few steps, before waiting for her to follow. He wasn’t about to leave her behind.
Something brushed the corner of his view, and when he turned his head to see it was gone. They could follow, couldn’t they?
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At her brother’s certain confirmation, the hybrid girl nodded too. She was certain now, just as he was. Or perhaps she was certain because he was. Whatever it was, the young pup felt the certainty, and she smiled and turned toward him, nodding. They had to have magic, she knew that they did. Everything made sense now. The girl didn’t know how other pups came into the world, but she thought that without the presence of the wrens, without Mamaidh’s magic too, the twins would not have been able to come into the world. That was what she had reasoned. And now that she knew that wrens had magic too, everything made sense.
The black tipped ears of the coyote-hued girl lifted at the sound of her brother’s exclamation. Her posture straightened slightly, and for a moment a paw lifted as she listened. She had been taught by Mamaidh and Dadaidh how to use those ears, and so she practiced to listen more closely. But it was only a brief moment, for Honor had paused and had silently bid her to follow. It was as if the link between the twins was alive, and that, as the white jacketed boy moved away, the girl was tugged along with him. A soft but delighted smile brightened her face, and she immediately fell into pace, loping through the leaves until she had come beside him.
At his sudden exclamation, the girl’s ears lifted. And yet it was not the sound of her brother’s voice that caused those black-tipped aurals to lift but the sound of a passing whisper. It was like Mamaidh’s Raven, but it was much smaller, and it was not the same. Her heart skipped a beat, and it was as she felt sometimes when she was near Honor, when their minds were closest to one another. The heterochronian eyes flittered through the woods to find the winged wren, but she found that she was already running, running alongside her brother as if compelled to follow, as if somehow she were as inexorably tied to the bird as she was to her brother. She was silent, her mind urging them forward. Her paws carried her through the woods with light steps that she had learned from Mamaidh, although it was doubtful that such grace as her Mamaidh’s would ever be found in her paws.
The small bird she thought she could see ahead, flittering in and out of the golden light of the autumn woods. In her mind, the girl knew that the birds should not be here, and she knew that this one would not stay. There was almost a frantic need for her to reach the bird, to somehow ensnare it, and she was suddenly afraid that she would not be able to do so. She was afraid just as she was when she woke up from a dream and thought that Honor was not beside her. "Honor—they are flying away...." The words slid through her breathing, but she didn’t want to stop even though she knew that the birds could not be stopped.
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Paws moved as fast as they could go. He felt as if he would never have the fluid gait his mother had, or the stature and stride his father possessed. Honor was all paws and legs that felt too long and yet weren’t long enough to make his stride any wider. He needed to will them into movement, and work with their toes to keep him level and balanced. But they worked, and the pup was sure he was running. Chastity was better at it, just as Mamaidh, though not as perfect as their dam. Still, her coyote build might have made it easier and the female pup more streamline and less bulk that his wolf appearance created in the little male. Honor kept pace, his eyes on the ground more then in the air. He watched for roots and rocks, they tripped him up in the past and the boy had learned from that mistake. The black and white male would hurtle himself over the raised tree root, when it came his way, and for a brief moment he had forgotten what it was they were running after while he played his new game.
Her voice called his name and the brother looked to her with a remembered seriousness. Of course, the magic could not be forgotten and certainly not lost. Forgotten things could be remembered, but what was lost might never be found. Their paws did not stop, and the boy padded around roots and rocks without looking down. His duel hued eyes stayed on his sister as she spoke. No, he thought. The words did not come, but the fear was spoken in his eyes and features. It was then that he looked to the sky, unable to see the small wings dancing beyond the colored leaves. He couldn’t hear them, not beyond the sound of his paws against the fallen leaves. Their scent would not come to his nose, though he might not have recognized it if it had. They were flying away. Away from them and to where Honor couldn’t guess.
The boy was going tired, small pup sized body unable to continue. He didn’t want to give up, but the pain in his legs had crept up into his chest and he didn’t know how. “No!” He spoke, finally, though his heavy breaths. He didn’t want them to fly away. Would they come back? They felt like Chastity, and like Mamaidh. A constant. They were not the same as their sire, coming and going. They had been there since the beginning, and now so suddenly they would go?
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