Here, I'll forgive my thoughts now.

Maybe @Isilmë? I'll toss dad in too.

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She grew swiftly, and hit each milestone as expected. Little Toruviel took it all in her stride, unphased by change. From those early days it'd been easy for her parents to see a fiery, confident spirit confined within that tiny white body, and as she gained strength so too did her sass.

Now that she'd found her feet, there was no stopping her. On wobbly paws, she veered straight for the den's entrance beyond which a blizzard brewed - determination in the stormy hue of her baby blue eyes.


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Toruviel ran, and Isilmë walked. She shuffled after her sister with short and hesitant steps, looking back at their parents occasionally to ensure everything was alright. A distinct lack of interference told her everything was okay; she felt safe knowing this and soon didn't look back.

She gawked at the blizzard outside when she pulled up alongside her sister and looked outside with a wide-eyed gaze. The change in weather patterns—especially one as big as this one—never ceased to amaze her.

When she turned her attention Toruviel, Isilmë saw a familiar, determined glint. “Ooo?” she asked, looking from her sister to the great outdoors and back—Are you really thinking of going outside? she meant.
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