Clyvelle
Memorial Mob
Ciu'nan
|Fae|
|Fae|
Ciu'nan had been looking at whoever was speaking, but as the boys began talking her eyes drifted to the fire. She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them while resting her chin on top. It was getting late after all, so the signs of fatigue were understandable. Even so, her ears perked up at Adam mentioning he was twenty-eight. She glanced at him briefly before returning to the fire. That was his age: how long he had been in the world.
How long have I...?
Ciu'nan closed her eyes for a moment, before scrunching them as her arms shot out to either side then rose up in an exaggerated stretch. She stood, kicking her toes into the ground.
"I'm gonna, erm, water the flowers. I'll be right back." she said.
Ciu'nan went across the clearing into the trees, one of the bucks watching her as she went. Her vision displayed the dark woods in shades of gray as she wandered in a ways. After several yards, she moved behind a tree and leaned against it.
It's hard to tell someone you're only seven years old. She awoke in a bed of flowers out in the woods, her body then just as it was now. No mother. No family. Well, the flowers were her family, she supposed. The forest, her mother. The animals, her siblings. Seven years ago now. Ciu'nan let out a sigh as her eyes fell to her feet. Well, she had already come all this way, might as well....
Finishing her business, the fae wandered back to the clearing. She let out a yawn as she broke free of the trees. Approaching the fire again made her remember how cold the night was as she shivered. Ciu'nan grabbed her pack as she set down and propped it up behind her against one of the mounds. Laying back against it, she let out a sigh.
"It's getting late, lads. This fae is ready to turn in for the night."