Kamaria
I would rather stay here
Where the moon, it glows
Where the moon, it glows
She grins up at him, watching his reaction with the paintbrush still raised in her hand. The edges of her eyes crinkle and her shoulders shift with her little laugh as she withdraws, too.
At the question spoken in Korofian, she's quick to answer back given that she remembers what he said he had spioneer'd. "Groen..?" Her head tilts slightly to one side, hoping she's remembered right. It sounds right.
Her lips come together thoughtfully when it comes to who the eyes belong to. She looks up, squinting at all the people around them to try and see if any of them have green eyes. No, most that she can see are brown or blue...
"Hmm.." she brings her hand up to her chin, accidentally swiping paint onto her face with her paintbrush. At the feeling of the cool, wet paint against her cheek, she jumps slightly. "Ah!" she grins sheepishly, glancing at him and away again as she puts the brush down. Using the back of her hand, she attempts to rub it off... which only smears it and spreads it around. She gives up on the endeavor pretty quick.
"Dad?" She asks, brows raising curiously, "Is my oë groen?"
At the question spoken in Korofian, she's quick to answer back given that she remembers what he said he had spioneer'd. "Groen..?" Her head tilts slightly to one side, hoping she's remembered right. It sounds right.
Her lips come together thoughtfully when it comes to who the eyes belong to. She looks up, squinting at all the people around them to try and see if any of them have green eyes. No, most that she can see are brown or blue...
"Hmm.." she brings her hand up to her chin, accidentally swiping paint onto her face with her paintbrush. At the feeling of the cool, wet paint against her cheek, she jumps slightly. "Ah!" she grins sheepishly, glancing at him and away again as she puts the brush down. Using the back of her hand, she attempts to rub it off... which only smears it and spreads it around. She gives up on the endeavor pretty quick.
"Dad?" She asks, brows raising curiously, "Is my oë groen?"
Soaring doves and falling crows
Laughter is the only sound here
Laughter is the only sound here
