ElsySep 13, 2015Sep 13, 2015 at 09:20 PM
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((This will be a continuous story thread of Elsy as a young girl having talks with her father. If you wish to leave comments, feel free to, just please use the parenthesis. Enjoy!))
Prologue
The little green-eyed mer grabbed her father's hand as they walked through the Green of Grahtwood. She looked up at him as he tugged her along. He was ambling, but her little legs had to work to keep up with him. She was not much older than six or seven and was not even as tall as her father's hip. She totted alongside him, the two of them barefoot - her in a brown dress her mother had made her, the hem hitting her calves, and her father in typical Bosmeri-styled robes.
She looked down at the grass and dirt squishing beneath her feet. The plants had been misted with the typical morning dew. It was early and the first sun's rays peeked through cracks in the forest. She looked around, thinking how funny it looked when the trees' shadows stretched as they did now.
"Why do they do that, Da?" She pointed to the shadows. "They look different from the way they look during the day."
Her father looked down at her, blinking to catch up with what she'd asked. He'd been in thought, and it took him a moment to realize she'd asked a question. "Hm...? Oh!" He scooped her up and set her on his shoulders. "Do you see the sun, love?" His baritone voice was calm and gentle. It held power and conviction when he wished it to, but it was rare these sides were ever heard.
She grabbed onto her father's dark, mid-length, somewhat wavy hair, using it almost as reigns. The little mer's usually big, green eyes narrowed as she looked. At first she shook her head, then she reconsidered. "Sorta..."
Her father nodded. "That's why. The sun's not all the way up yet, so it makes things stretch all funny like."
"Oh."
Her father continued to walk with her on his shoulders. The pair fell silent, almost in revere for the forest's morning. The little mer rested her chin on her father's head and closed her eyes, listening to the different sounds. She could tell he was slowing his walking. They were getting closer.
Her eyes fluttered open and she saw the tall tree. It was the best one in all of Grahtwood for climbing, she was convinced. Her and her father made sure of it themselves. A big grin spread across her face.
"Hold tight."
She nodded a response and wrapped her little arms around his neck, doing as instructed.
Her began to climb nimbly and routinely. Coming to this place each morning to watch the sunrise certainly makes one remember which branches to pick when ascending. He worked his way up to the higher branches, his daughter clinging to him tight. Perched there between two branches was a platform made of bone slats and covered in leather and hides, big enough just for the two of them. It had been tied securely to the tree.
He set his daughter down on the platform once he'd pulled himself up onto it and sat next to her. He pulled his leather pouch from his waist and opened it. He plucked their customary breakfast from it - dried venison slices and mudcrab claws -and passed her some. She began to nibble on her breakfast and he began the way he always did.
"What would you like to talk about today, Elsynia?"
She paused her eating and looked up to him, thinking. Then she thew her arms in the air, grinning. "Everything!"
Prologue
The little green-eyed mer grabbed her father's hand as they walked through the Green of Grahtwood. She looked up at him as he tugged her along. He was ambling, but her little legs had to work to keep up with him. She was not much older than six or seven and was not even as tall as her father's hip. She totted alongside him, the two of them barefoot - her in a brown dress her mother had made her, the hem hitting her calves, and her father in typical Bosmeri-styled robes.
She looked down at the grass and dirt squishing beneath her feet. The plants had been misted with the typical morning dew. It was early and the first sun's rays peeked through cracks in the forest. She looked around, thinking how funny it looked when the trees' shadows stretched as they did now.
"Why do they do that, Da?" She pointed to the shadows. "They look different from the way they look during the day."
Her father looked down at her, blinking to catch up with what she'd asked. He'd been in thought, and it took him a moment to realize she'd asked a question. "Hm...? Oh!" He scooped her up and set her on his shoulders. "Do you see the sun, love?" His baritone voice was calm and gentle. It held power and conviction when he wished it to, but it was rare these sides were ever heard.
She grabbed onto her father's dark, mid-length, somewhat wavy hair, using it almost as reigns. The little mer's usually big, green eyes narrowed as she looked. At first she shook her head, then she reconsidered. "Sorta..."
Her father nodded. "That's why. The sun's not all the way up yet, so it makes things stretch all funny like."
"Oh."
Her father continued to walk with her on his shoulders. The pair fell silent, almost in revere for the forest's morning. The little mer rested her chin on her father's head and closed her eyes, listening to the different sounds. She could tell he was slowing his walking. They were getting closer.
Her eyes fluttered open and she saw the tall tree. It was the best one in all of Grahtwood for climbing, she was convinced. Her and her father made sure of it themselves. A big grin spread across her face.
"Hold tight."
She nodded a response and wrapped her little arms around his neck, doing as instructed.
Her began to climb nimbly and routinely. Coming to this place each morning to watch the sunrise certainly makes one remember which branches to pick when ascending. He worked his way up to the higher branches, his daughter clinging to him tight. Perched there between two branches was a platform made of bone slats and covered in leather and hides, big enough just for the two of them. It had been tied securely to the tree.
He set his daughter down on the platform once he'd pulled himself up onto it and sat next to her. He pulled his leather pouch from his waist and opened it. He plucked their customary breakfast from it - dried venison slices and mudcrab claws -and passed her some. She began to nibble on her breakfast and he began the way he always did.
"What would you like to talk about today, Elsynia?"
She paused her eating and looked up to him, thinking. Then she thew her arms in the air, grinning. "Everything!"
Edited Sep 13, 2015 at 09:24 PM by 0