Silvermoonphantom

Making a masterlist

First day. 
I could hear their whispers, hushed voices and curious eyes peering in from every corner. My feet tapped an awkward beat against stone floors, father’s footsteps nearly silent. He observed them through long eyelashes, head ducking slightly when a girl let out a soft giggle, ducking behind a corner from his gaze. 
We arrived in the main room, Father striding forward, confident as always. He talked to the woman, a pretty brown-haired lady with fair skin and dark eyes. She looked at me, and said something in a sharp voice that I couldn’t understand. 
I could see the expression on Father’s face, angry in a way I hadn’t seen before.  It was quickly smoothed into a cool glare, his cloak snapping as he turned back to me. 
I made a sound of curiosity and he gave a soft smile, ruffling my fringe and guiding me to the corner with cushions. He picked out a book and sat down, graceful as always. I nestled against his side, eager to listen. 
The pages rasped quietly when he opened them, slim fingers pressing down pages with a delicate reverence. I shoved my head under his arm, tucking my legs under me. 
"This is the story of The Black Stallion."
The whispers picked up. I could hear them, barely understanding. I wanted to listen to Father’s story, though he had read this to me many times before. I craned my neck to try and listen in to the other children, who had gathered on the other side of the colorful room. The brown-haired lady was reading a book to them, something about trees and fruit. 
I could see some of the other children look over at us, covering their mouths with their hands and giggling. When they noticed I watched them, they turned away, shoulders shaking with mirth. 
'Look at them'
I leaned into my Father’s hand as he began carding his fingers through my hair, thumb brushing my neck comfortingly. 
'What does he think he's doing?'
'Bringing that creature here….'
'reading to it, as if it could understand him.'
My father’s voice was calm, pausing in his retelling of the story to remind me to ignore them. 
Ignore the whispers. 
"I love you, Father."
He smiled, softly. 
"And I, You, Sleipnir"

naitofiamma:Loki taking Sleipnir on his first day of day-care, please :D 
;A;  What have I done?

First day. 

I could hear their whispers, hushed voices and curious eyes peering in from every corner. My feet tapped an awkward beat against stone floors, father’s footsteps nearly silent. He observed them through long eyelashes, head ducking slightly when a girl let out a soft giggle, ducking behind a corner from his gaze. 

We arrived in the main room, Father striding forward, confident as always. He talked to the woman, a pretty brown-haired lady with fair skin and dark eyes. She looked at me, and said something in a sharp voice that I couldn’t understand. 

I could see the expression on Father’s face, angry in a way I hadn’t seen before.  It was quickly smoothed into a cool glare, his cloak snapping as he turned back to me. 

I made a sound of curiosity and he gave a soft smile, ruffling my fringe and guiding me to the corner with cushions. He picked out a book and sat down, graceful as always. I nestled against his side, eager to listen. 

The pages rasped quietly when he opened them, slim fingers pressing down pages with a delicate reverence. I shoved my head under his arm, tucking my legs under me. 

"This is the story of The Black Stallion."

The whispers picked up. I could hear them, barely understanding. I wanted to listen to Father’s story, though he had read this to me many times before. I craned my neck to try and listen in to the other children, who had gathered on the other side of the colorful room. The brown-haired lady was reading a book to them, something about trees and fruit. 

I could see some of the other children look over at us, covering their mouths with their hands and giggling. When they noticed I watched them, they turned away, shoulders shaking with mirth. 

'Look at them'

I leaned into my Father’s hand as he began carding his fingers through my hair, thumb brushing my neck comfortingly. 

'What does he think he's doing?'

'Bringing that creature here….'

'reading to it, as if it could understand him.'

My father’s voice was calm, pausing in his retelling of the story to remind me to ignore them. 

Ignore the whispers. 

"I love you, Father."

He smiled, softly. 

"And I, You, Sleipnir"

naitofiamma:Loki taking Sleipnir on his first day of day-care, please :D 

;A;  What have I done?

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    AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW! This is just adorable! let them laugh, Loki will ALWAYS be proud of his little...
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    Ah, this is adorable ;^;
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