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Grunt. Well, whatever the toddler thinks is amusing is obviously not so 'fun' for Sev who gives her a scowling look in response to the overly smiley youngster. Deciding to try and ignore the doe for the moment he sets the bow back upon the ground where he returns to trying to string it. Slowly Fiona's ears perk forward as she observes this and it isn't long until she is rewarded with that entertainment she so eagerly seeks. The wood bends not so easily for the young buck, who is having a difficult time in his task, and finally he gets the end of the bow struck against his nose again. This time he drops the weapon, growling out his frustration and rubbing firmly upon his injured snout. However, this pain is met with peels of laughter from Fiona who claps and squirms, as if it is done all for her enjoyment. "Do i'gain! Do i'gain!" Happy squeal.
"Is no' funny." Seven scowls at his laughing sibling, before glaring down at the ground and then off into the forest, both large ears laying down his neck. Finally his sister's laughter dies down and she points.
"Dada!"
The older dibbun stiffens with a frightened look, before turning in the direction Fiona is gesturing, to find his father pushing through the field with an unhappy expression across his features. Scott O'Neil doesn't look angry, but exasperation could be a good description as he stops a couple of feet from his son, giving him a look up and down as if expecting to find some sort of mud.. or perhaps an injury. "Wot're ya doin'. Get yer sister inside, it's almost dinner time."
Seven just ducks his head forward, arms tucked behind his back as he murmurs out a quick 'Yes, sah.' and then goes towards the toddler, who lifts her arms in an expectant gesture, smiling at her big brother as she is lifted from the ground. She doesn't seem to fathom the situation, but as her father gives another scowling shake of his head and moves back in the opposite direction, she plants a kiss on Seven's cheek and hugs his neck.
"Do'gain t'mowwow?" Fiona seems expectant, snuggling to her brother and almost smirking up at him.
Seven sighs and just picks the weapon up as he balances the babe in his other arm. "Yeah... maybe." For now he is dejected and just follows the trail his father has taken through the high grasses, not looking up again....
(Hope ya like.)