"They won't starve immediately." He shrugs, but his eyes are twinkling. "And if you throw a paper ball for Smoke, she'll forget all about food for a bit." They're both young enough to be playful, still, but Whisper takes after her daddy, and prefers a more sedately-paced life.
"I don't know as much about them, if only because the imported Europeans did their best to trample out the native tales. There are definite similarities, though. Little men of the forest, tree and rock spirits, creatures of nature who must be appeased and not angered, lest nature itself be turned against you. The names are different, that's all." He gestures her to a few chairs and a couch, letting Mara have first pick of seating, and pours the tea for them both.
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Date: 2015-04-18 07:07 pm (UTC)"I don't know as much about them, if only because the imported Europeans did their best to trample out the native tales. There are definite similarities, though. Little men of the forest, tree and rock spirits, creatures of nature who must be appeased and not angered, lest nature itself be turned against you. The names are different, that's all." He gestures her to a few chairs and a couch, letting Mara have first pick of seating, and pours the tea for them both.