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Post by fyrhtu on Feb 22, 2006 20:35:09 GMT -5
((OOC: No God r-ping here! ;D))
Fyrhtu giggled as eleisia attempted to juggle being polite to Wearm and greeting Fæger, who was now pulling eagerly at Fyrthu's skirt.
"Honey, this is eleisia," the elder sister stated gently. She lifted Fæger off of her tiny legs and held her, motioning toward her newfound friend.
"Ewaysha," Fæger repeated, struggling to form the syllables, her face contorted with concentration. Fyrhtu just smiled.
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Post by eleisiakhartou on Feb 25, 2006 1:06:27 GMT -5
eleisia motioned Fyrhtu to put the child down. When Fæger was again on solid ground, she knelt smoothly, letting the small child's big eyes play on her face.
Eyes alight herself, eleisia was happy to meet Fyrhtu's juvenile charge. "You may call me kel.
"May I touch you, little one?"
eleisia reached out a hand, palm-up, radiating compassion, and hoped.
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Post by fyrhtu on Feb 25, 2006 9:30:40 GMT -5
"Wesh. Fyrhtu, kel wesh tut me. Kel tut me?" Faeger asked in her toddler accent.
"Of course you can touch her, kel. Might I call you kel as well? It's so less formal," Fyrhtu said as she smiled. "If you can think up a nickname for me, you can use it, though I doubt you can with such a name as Fyrhtu."
Finishing her speech and ignoring Wearm, who was still standing in the doorway, she slid down the frame until she was seated and grasped eleisia's hand, not surprised at the compassion and warmth seeping out.
"Here," she murmured as she placed her friend's hand on her sister's shoulder.
((OOC: Is this God RPing? I wasn't sure, but make me change it if it is))
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Post by eleisiakhartou on Feb 26, 2006 2:43:14 GMT -5
eleisia's hand met Faeger's soft shoulder, and she was mesmerized by the latent hypnotic hunger within the child. Blinking slowly, she spoke softly to Fyrhtu.
"Of course you may call me kel. And as to nicknames, among my people they do not originate with the letters of your name so much as its meaning. I shall call you Khyr.
"My little sister kept a black kitten as a pet for serveral months, preserving her at cost to herself through several sandstorms. It was not until the wind howled between the peaks of Kheia and Kheleia that we realized we were being followed by the cub's mother. My mother was terrified. She implored our father to kill her. My sister would have none of it.
"Nighttime in the sands is a terrifying thing. No one goes out alone. My sister would wake me, and go to beseech the big cat. By the time of the next new moon, the cats were reunited, and both were gentled enough to be allowed near our animals. From that day forward, my mother called my sister Khyr- 'enchantress of wild things'. "
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Post by fyrhtu on Feb 26, 2006 9:42:18 GMT -5
"That is very flattering of you! To nickname me a name with such meaning. Thank you," Fyrhtu said, with honor in her eyes. Really, no one had ever respected her her whole life; her parents hadn't, she'd had no friends, and the villiage people obviously disliked her. The only person who'd ever looked up to her was Faeger.
She turned to her sister. "Do you like kel, Faeger? She's very nice."
Faeger nodded eagerly, with a small-toothed grin. "Wesh! kel is good, I can feew." Fyrhtu smiled. Her young sister was already taking after her, judging people by what she felt coming from them.
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