{ maemaanla }:
{ almaranla }:
The wait is something that he had expected. Almar was not an impatient man, but he would call for her again should he have to, though in the next moment that passes, he wonders if she is sleeping. Large ears twitching as he registers the sound of movement upstairs.
The little face of his daughter soon shows from around the corner, then Maema reveals herself, and Almar meets that expectant gaze, his smile growing softer. He wonders if he should ask first, if Maema is hungry, but he supposes that will not be too big of a problem, so the question is not voiced.
“I wish to leave the house.” His silky voice is gentle and kind, as it almost always is for his darling child. “I was thinking perhaps we could prepare some food and place it in the basket I made, and then leave for a while to a nice field where we may eat and play, and relax.”
She waits patiently, staring up at him with wide, round and expectant eyes, whiskers twitching in an attempt to resist the itch she wants to scratch simply from standing still.
Merely at the prospect of leaving, she immediately perks up. It’s not that she doesn’t enjoy staying here, not at all, but it’s no secret she loves getting out, as adventurous and curious-by-nature as she is (something born more out simply being a child, rather than something inherited from one of her parents). Especially as she bounces up and down on her toes, fingers balling into excited fists.
“Do I—” She very nearly asks if she gets to go somewhere too, but Almar continues before she can finish, as if the answer was not obvious anyway. It’s all she can do but implode from excitement on the spot; picnics are her favorite. “Yes!” The child all but squeals, tail curling tighter around her legs, skipping a little closer to him and tugging on his shirt. “What kind of food are we making? Where are we going? Are you going to show me how to make flower pins now?”
Maema's excitement brought Almar joy, for it was always something he loved to make his daughter happy. A grin parts his lips and displays his white and sharp teeth as the younger Shan'ye skips towards him and tugs on his shirt.
"Something simple. The nearest park. And yes." Answering strings of questions was something Almar has gotten used to since raising a child, and it never bothered him to have to do it. He bends a little, picking up his child and resting her on his hip as he makes his way into the kitchen.
"What easy-to-prepare food would you like to bring with us, Maema?" Almar likes to leave food to Maema sometimes simply because children were not always satisfied with what their parent's chose, and he was at a loss.












