[This is not your daughter, Eydis, even if she shares Femesi's blood with Halle. Her eyes are familiar, her curious gaze similar to Birdie's, and the softness and carefulness in her words a direct influence from Sjór, the man who raised her with his other two sons.
Safara has been wandering on her own for a while now, looking for a place of her own -- if there is one to be found -- and possibly searching for others like her, brothers and sisters connected to nature like she is.]
[ What a pretty girl she is! Eydis' own curious eyes glaze over her for a moment, mouth parted to shape a small "o" of interest before her lips shape into a friendly smile. She does so love to meet others, especially those she might have certain connections with, as distant or fine as they might be. There's something that Eydis recognises in Safara, something that draws her to the girl.
She raises a hand, wiggling her fingers in quiet, lively greeting. ]
[Eydis is observed with those curious eyes, head tilting slightly in a frown attempting to recognize her. Safara is being greeted and it is only polite to say hello back, but she would rather place a name on her face if she is supposed to have learned it before. People can get so hurt when you forget them.
Instead she chooses to wave as well, other hand behind her back, a summer dress folding underneath.]
[They are opposite sides of the Earth and almost opposites in their mood, but both know of the cold and spend their time in higher places. Still he offers a friendly smile to Radche, bowing his head quickly.]
[He can notice it, all his lack of confidence spotting details that tell him he's done something wrong and needs to work harder to earn what he wants to see. Friendliness, a smile.]
[He likes to approach Adam with a little brush of his fingers behind his ear, to surprise him with a gentle gesture, hopefully familiar by now, offering him the same smile when the boy turns to look at him.
[ Instead of a flinch, Adam responds with a somewhat restrained turn, smiling faintly at Femesi - which is certainly an improvement on the worried frowns. There's still something terribly shy about him, something apologetic about the way that he moves and acts.
His accent, in all its full Irish glory, makes his voice sound softer and more youthful when he finally speaks, his words containing traces of attempted humour. ]
I think it's a bad sign that I'm starting to get used to that.
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Safara has been wandering on her own for a while now, looking for a place of her own -- if there is one to be found -- and possibly searching for others like her, brothers and sisters connected to nature like she is.]
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She raises a hand, wiggling her fingers in quiet, lively greeting. ]
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Instead she chooses to wave as well, other hand behind her back, a summer dress folding underneath.]
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Hello.
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Seren, hello.
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I hope... [Mm.] I hope I'm not disturbing you.
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This will be no exception.]
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His accent, in all its full Irish glory, makes his voice sound softer and more youthful when he finally speaks, his words containing traces of attempted humour. ]
I think it's a bad sign that I'm starting to get used to that.
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No. Good. Not scared anymore. [Just surprised, and hopefully happy, at least in his voice.] Hello.
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