we're always running scared but holding knives
Unable to hide her smile or her laughter, even behind her hand, Isla watches with clear amusement as Fern technically rolls the ball, though she's not certain that it goes far enough to be considered a game of fetch. Nevertheless, Ever swoops in with all the precision and enthusiasm expected from a canine, and she's left gently shrugging her shoulders to their daughter. "Fetch is also a good way for dogs to get exercise," she points out. Not the same as sear cats, no, but then Ever is very much not a sear cat right now.
"So the farther you throw it, the more he will need to run to bring it back. Between the two of us though," Isla adds, lowering her voice despite knowing the aviator will be able to hear everything perfectly in his current shape, "I don't think he much minds, as long as you keep telling him to fetch it." Straightening back up and stepping to the side to give father and daughter space to play, Isla merely watches for a few minutes, feeling something warm and right shift into place within her at the sight of her little family.
"So the farther you throw it, the more he will need to run to bring it back. Between the two of us though," Isla adds, lowering her voice despite knowing the aviator will be able to hear everything perfectly in his current shape, "I don't think he much minds, as long as you keep telling him to fetch it." Straightening back up and stepping to the side to give father and daughter space to play, Isla merely watches for a few minutes, feeling something warm and right shift into place within her at the sight of her little family.
Isla
