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the-collectim · 4 years ago

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.:Prompt 24 - Beam: Tsolmon:.

"Fly, little bird, flllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyy!” the rosy Xaela chuckled, arms over his head and the little girl giggling up a storm.

“I’m not a bird, aav!” Sarnai could hardly get the words out, the usually quiet soul always a fit of giggles and fun in her father’s arms.

“Oh, truly?” Tsolmon lowered his arms, holding his middle child near his chest to look her in the eye. “Don’t you wish to touch the sky?” A light boop to her nose, eliciting more giggles.

“I like the grass more!” was the instant quip back.

“Birds can touch the grass too! Uuuup in the sky!” A toss of the ten year old in the air, laughter filling the Dazkar encampment. An easy catch as the warrior cradled Sarnai to his chest and then fell on his back in the tall waving grass. “And then baaaaack to the earth!”

Father and daughter earned plenty of amused smiles as the others of the tribe milled about for afternoon chores, midday meal finished. It would be a play circle for the little ones soon, safely enclosed between the recently erected yurts. It was a nice quiet day, the experienced weaponmaster off of sentry duties this sun.

So he just laid there smiling in the grass, his only daughter on his chest.

WHAM!

Breath knocked out of him as a pair of horns slammed into his ribs. He knew the assailant, plucking up his lil mini-me.

“What did I tell you about that?” he lightly scolded. “You’re going to break something.”

“I did my chores,” was the instant reply from the youngest, Batbayar not even bothering to look sheepish as he was hanging mid-air by the scruff of his top. “I want to play, too.”

“No more playing, just sleep.” The little boy was dropped to his bum before a broad arm pulled Batbayar against his side. “Enjoy the sun and this beautiful day Nhaama has graced up with.”

Tsolmon’s own rosy eyes closed as he just happily listened to the going-on’s about his people, the wind in the waving grass, enjoying the weight and warmth of his children against him, close and safe.

The jovial warrior could just spend the rest of his days like this.