#(( [adaru vc] oh god there is a child. how do i talk to children. is that a joke? i don't know.
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lantern-lost · 3 months ago
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Out here, in the dying fire-light of autumn skies, Fear was hard to distinguish from the trees that surrounded it. The quiet air had called to him; somewhere away from the constant noise, finally, from the heat and smoke of his prison and sanctuary. So seeing the younger Caine here was, admittedly. something he wasn't expecting.
Especially not this close to nightfall.
"No matter your kindred with other such creatures of the dark, you don't share their eyes. Without light, you'll soon be lost. And then your father will have to come and find you," he admonishes, peering down from somewhere in the treeline. But his tone had been softened, if only slightly; morbid as it was, her curiousity wasn't truly a crime. She is, after all, still a child. He could afford some patience.
Adaru watches, apparently impassively, as she shows her little collection. The lantern hangs by his side, and the taste of wild game lingers at the back of his palette- presumably, the bird's fear. "... Dilligent thing, aren't you?" She took after her father that way. She took after her father more ways than she thought. But that wasn't something to trouble her with. "You've caught a grackle. Corvid. Be cautious; its mother may look for it, and they remember faces well."
At the leaf, though, Adaru finally deigns to stoop down to Cindy's level, joints cracking and creaking like tree branches as he crouches unnaturally to stare at the leaf with the deep, black pits where I should be. There is an overlong moment of silence.
"I wouldn't know," he finally mutters, deadpan. "I don't have eyes."
🌳 + "... Ah. Death's kin. Should you be out in the woods at this hour...?"
“Is there a better time to be out?” She extends her arms, gesturing at the setting sun. “The sky looks like it’s on fire, and soon the creatures of the night will be out!”
She holds out her hands, displaying two large acorns and a baby bird, twitching in her palm as it struggles to cling to life.
“I’m collecting specimens,” She shoves the acorns in her pocket and carefully tucks the bird away after giving it a small stroke on its beak. “I also got a leaf!”
Tucked into the waistband of her skirt she pulls out an orange leaf nearly the size of her own hand.
“Doesn’t it look like it has a face?”
She brings the leaf up to her eye, peeking up at her company through one of the holes.
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