Namid Veusain The Vuesain Queen waited to see if her son would take the ball and run with it, and boy did he. Words tumbled from his mouth in rapid succession and her eyes widened slightly in surprise before lowering to allow her mouth to set into a grin. “What do they look like? Didja play with your brothers and your parents? What games did ya play? Where did you live? Were they nice to you?” he asked, and she chuckled. Namid settled herself in preparation to answer, nudging her child playfully. “Both Ooljee and Veho are older than I am. Ooljee looks a bit like you, perhaps even a lot like you. Veho is somewhat been Ooljee and I, not quite as light as I am but not as dark as Ooljee either. He had grey eyes, while Ooljee had brown. We did play games, like tag and hide and go seek when we were younger but once we got a bit older we stopped playing as much.” she said. It was true, but the main reason they had stopped playing as much was because of Neha’s death. The whole family grew a bit awkward around each other, especially around Namid for she was the closest likeness to the girl. It was why she’d turned to her father, for even in the grief he’d felt for his youngest daughter he wouldn’t ignore her. Perhaps it was one of the reasons why she was closest to him. “I had a sister, too. Neha is named after her, actually. But, my sister passed away when we were young. She looked a lot like Neha, ironically.” she said, not beating around the bush with it. Death was something that they would learn about, even already had experience with when they would eat the prey that was brought to them. It was better that he learned it from her than from someone else. “I grew up on something called a ‘reservation’. It was a special land made just for us, along with our humans. Humans are creatures that walk up on two legs and are hairless except for on their faces and the tops of their heads. Really, they behave a lot like us and most of them are very nice. We do not have any humans around here, though.” she explained. It wasn’t the first time she’d had to talk about the strange creatures that were humans, and she wasn’t afraid of doing so either. It was a part of her past and she was more than willing to share it with her son who deserved to know his heritage. "Speech."And if that mockingbird dont sing... |
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