?Go fish,? Caytlin said with authority. Her hand slapped down on top of the pond of playing cards. She pushed the slick backed rectangles toward the green-haired Fae.
?Aunt Amthy, It's your turn,? 'Rora nudged the nymph adjacent to her at the table.
The former pixie in question shook her head and shot a sheepish look to both her sister, Cayt, and her niece, Aurora. ?La, I was no' payin' attention,? she admitted as she pulled her moon-eyed gaze away from the window pane and back toward the card game. A tsavorite-hued regard dropped to the fan of pieces in her hand.
Cayt snorted and twitched her nose. ?We realize that.? Her arm folded down against the table and her cards hung off the edge. Tipping her head she dropped her cheek onto her palm and sighed with longing. Emotion danced down the mental link she shared with her sister. All of a sudden restless, she shifted her legs against the table; sliding her knees over the floor where she sat curled against the side of the coffee table. It pulled achingly at her heart and her own emerald-tinted eyes turned toward the window.
?Pick a card already,? 'Rora encouraged. She hadn't wanted to play the game from the start, but spending time with her mother and aunt was a welcome diversion from the inhospitably of the outdoors.
Amthy fluttered her tongue at 'Rora as she deliberately took a card from the pile. She chose from the middle and with a snail's pace drew it out from among its brethren. ?I was pickin'un,? she grinned back. The card slid free and she tucked it into her fan of cards. ?We should go on an adventure.? Amthy announced.
Cayt laughed. Amusement trickled down their shared rapport and the corner of her mouth tipped. ?Of course we should,? she answered. She had felt the longing in her sister's heart. It wasn't a surprise. Perhaps, the only surprising thing had been how long Amthy had waited to voice her desire.
?What kind of adventure?? 'Rora asked with a note of interest and cautious concern. She was a woman of action and sitting in Ardane until the world thawed was not her idea of a good time. But she was also a woman of duty. Her responsibility to the Hishn kept her occupied, and so did her concern for her accident prone Aunt.
Amthy fanned her cheek with her cards. Stray strands of olivine hair fluttered away from her cheek. Her head canted and her lips puckered. ?I dunno sommat wondrous,? she pointed at Cayt with her cards. ?You could use some color.?
?Thanks,? Cayt replied dryly.
?'s comin' you do know,? Amthy said pertly to Cayt.
?What's coming?? 'Rora asked.
?Of course I know,? Cayt answered at the same time. How could she not know? Amthy had never learned to control the link they shared. Every thought and feeling freely traveled between the pair. Even when Cayt preferred that they didn't.
?Of course you know what?? 'Rora asked. ?Do you have any roses by the way?? She asked her mother.
?No, I don't, go fish,? the silvery-blonde haired Shifter answered. She then tipped her head and pushed at her braid. ?Spring is coming, 'Rora.?
The Hishn Alpha groaned. Spring was Amthy's time of year and when she was prone to getting into the most mischief. More often than not, the nymph left them chasing their tails. ?Gray One help us,? she whispered under her breath and then said louder, ?I need to get the Pack ready.?
?You dunn need t'go an' pretend like it's the end o' the realm,? Amthy laughed and pushed at her niece affectionately.
?It may not be, but it certainly feels like it.? 'Rora grumbled in reply.
?Aunt Amthy, It's your turn,? 'Rora nudged the nymph adjacent to her at the table.
The former pixie in question shook her head and shot a sheepish look to both her sister, Cayt, and her niece, Aurora. ?La, I was no' payin' attention,? she admitted as she pulled her moon-eyed gaze away from the window pane and back toward the card game. A tsavorite-hued regard dropped to the fan of pieces in her hand.
Cayt snorted and twitched her nose. ?We realize that.? Her arm folded down against the table and her cards hung off the edge. Tipping her head she dropped her cheek onto her palm and sighed with longing. Emotion danced down the mental link she shared with her sister. All of a sudden restless, she shifted her legs against the table; sliding her knees over the floor where she sat curled against the side of the coffee table. It pulled achingly at her heart and her own emerald-tinted eyes turned toward the window.
?Pick a card already,? 'Rora encouraged. She hadn't wanted to play the game from the start, but spending time with her mother and aunt was a welcome diversion from the inhospitably of the outdoors.
Amthy fluttered her tongue at 'Rora as she deliberately took a card from the pile. She chose from the middle and with a snail's pace drew it out from among its brethren. ?I was pickin'un,? she grinned back. The card slid free and she tucked it into her fan of cards. ?We should go on an adventure.? Amthy announced.
Cayt laughed. Amusement trickled down their shared rapport and the corner of her mouth tipped. ?Of course we should,? she answered. She had felt the longing in her sister's heart. It wasn't a surprise. Perhaps, the only surprising thing had been how long Amthy had waited to voice her desire.
?What kind of adventure?? 'Rora asked with a note of interest and cautious concern. She was a woman of action and sitting in Ardane until the world thawed was not her idea of a good time. But she was also a woman of duty. Her responsibility to the Hishn kept her occupied, and so did her concern for her accident prone Aunt.
Amthy fanned her cheek with her cards. Stray strands of olivine hair fluttered away from her cheek. Her head canted and her lips puckered. ?I dunno sommat wondrous,? she pointed at Cayt with her cards. ?You could use some color.?
?Thanks,? Cayt replied dryly.
?'s comin' you do know,? Amthy said pertly to Cayt.
?What's coming?? 'Rora asked.
?Of course I know,? Cayt answered at the same time. How could she not know? Amthy had never learned to control the link they shared. Every thought and feeling freely traveled between the pair. Even when Cayt preferred that they didn't.
?Of course you know what?? 'Rora asked. ?Do you have any roses by the way?? She asked her mother.
?No, I don't, go fish,? the silvery-blonde haired Shifter answered. She then tipped her head and pushed at her braid. ?Spring is coming, 'Rora.?
The Hishn Alpha groaned. Spring was Amthy's time of year and when she was prone to getting into the most mischief. More often than not, the nymph left them chasing their tails. ?Gray One help us,? she whispered under her breath and then said louder, ?I need to get the Pack ready.?
?You dunn need t'go an' pretend like it's the end o' the realm,? Amthy laughed and pushed at her niece affectionately.
?It may not be, but it certainly feels like it.? 'Rora grumbled in reply.