Sweetly, she'd stuck to her brother's side, beaming up at her Father with all the love her tiny body could handle - perhaps even more. If her parents were so confident, if they were so secure, then of course it made sense that their love and warmth wrapped around their cubs and made it so easy to also feel so secure. Seeing easy affection not only between her parents but to her siblings as well meant that Saorlaith modeled what she saw. She was an easily affectionate child, one who would weave between the grown up's limbs and sidle up to her siblings regularly.
The grounds she had been born to were beautiful - even with the threat of the blood moon and plague that existed beyond the safety of their den, so Saorlaith on occasion had to catch up to her family when she'd stopped in her tracks at the beauty of it all.
So pretty...She murmured softly, and by the time that they'd settled where her parents wished to hold their ritual, the little girl was wide eyed with wonder. She held no fear of the world around them, not when her parents had given her the foundation she and her siblings needed to grow without worry.
Her father offered his deepest fear, her mother followed with her strongest worry. What did she fear? What did she worry about?
I....I am afraid the little zips will go away.She said. Only sometimes she saw them, there in a moment and gone the next. Sometimes they danced just beyond her reach, sometimes they traced the edges of the den. She hadn't said anything about them, not realizing that it wasn't likely the other members of her family had seen them. To not see them and their little sparkle would make her sad, although she did not understand or have any thougts towards why.
Thoir air falbh e, thoir air falbh e.She could not speak the words as clearly as her parents, her voice was not as strong and confident in their ancient tongue. But still, her voice did not waver. She was steady, even in her attempts to echo her parents' clearly, even if she would need help perfecting their tongue.
