10-21-2013, 11:14 PM
When the girl told him she needed to be off and that she was fine, Striker nodded and let her slip by. He watched her walk off for a second just to make sure she really was ok. Then he sighed and looked up into the tree. "You can come down now, I know you are up there." It was said loudly so the boy up in the tree could hear him. To the harpy most people were boys and girls since he was centuries old. He knew the moment he walked up to the girl that someone had been hiding in the tree. Not wanting to freak the girl out since she was already distraught he decided to keep silent, knowing that had he been an attacker he would have dealt with him.
Once Ophelia was done with her snacks Phaedra threw the cores away. Taking a hanker-chief out of her pocket she wiped her daughters hands and face so they were not sticky. "All done my little flower," she said fondly as she leaned in to rub her nose against Ophelia's smaller one, causing the toddler to squeal in glee. "Mummy can we dance?" Ophelia asked excitedly. Nodding Phaedra stood up and helped her down from the bench.
Mother and daughter quickly made there way over to where a band was playing and a few dancers were out dancing around casually. They had not yet set up for their performance. After they both bowed there heads to one another as was harpy tradition when starting a dance, Phaedra stuck her hands out and Ophelia grabbed them and the two started to gracefully dance together. Ever since her daughter could walk she made sure to teach her the art of dance. Though she stumbled a few times the five year old was very adapt.
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