deep breath, deep breath
Trying to write fluff on request…I don't think I delivered. Except maybe in 'Red'.
Man I have no idea how children play. I just spent time reading, playing the Super Nintendo, and watching Disney movies when I was a kid.
1: white
Snow.
Brendan had never seen her in the snow, not human.
She'd have definitely enjoyed using her natural paleness to pop up and startle him (as if that was a challenge during any other season). They would have tossed clumps of it into each others' hair and laughed until they cried.
Aisling would have probably leapt from branch to branch above his head, burying him under it. Then he would've chased her and he never could have caught her, though she might have let him if she felt like being nice.
As he raced through the endless white with Aidan beside him, all he could try to do was think about what could have been to give him comfort.
2: red
Aisling was staring at him inquisitively, perched on a branch above him.
She was prone to staring at the slightest thing that he did, but never for so long. He wasn't doing anything particularly interesting or attention-grabbing, just leaning against the trunk of a tree.
"What?"
She blinked. "Huh?"
"Why are you staring at me like that? Did I get ink on my face?"
"No." She swung down. "I wasn't staring at you, just your hair." And apparently was all she felt like explaining at that moment, because she scrambled back up the trunk and vanished into the leaves.
He shoved off the tree. "Wait, what? Why?" he called after her loudly.
She jumped out a few feet to the left a minute later, an apple clutched between her hands. She held it next to his head. "Hmm…no." Dropping it into his hands, she vanished again.
He was stuck standing for another few minutes until she reappeared, somehow holding an orb of water with a reddish-gold fish that he'd never seen. "…Closer," she commented "but too shiny."
She stared at him again, head tilted. Abruptly she turned and let out an echoing cry. A fox darted from the underbrush. "Aha! I knew I'd seen something almost…like…argh!" she exclaimed, shooing the fox away.
"Brendan, your hair is too red!"
3: blue
Brendan sat on a large stone, lazily watching Pangur bat at her reflection in the river. He'd been helping this uncle with the wall a lot and didn't have energy to run around, much to Aisling's displeasure. She was standing ankle-deep in the river, grey shoes off to the side.
They'd been resting there for an hour or so, just listening to the rushing water and leaves rustling. He kept falling asleep and nearly sliding into the water.
"Maybe you should be going back," Aisling spoke up suddenly. "The sun is going down. What if the Abbot notices that you're gone?"
"That wouldn't be good," he agreed. But somehow he didn't feel like moving.
But the sky was getting darker…and the moon was brightly shining high above them and the water wasn't blue but black
And they were running and the bright blue moon was gazing upon them and the forest was twisting around them and Aisling—
-Aisling was far behind and he couldn't turn back and no no no no the water was taking her and—
"Aisling!"
He woke up on the floor of his room, tangled in the sheets.
The sun wasn't up, but it didn't matter. He got dressed anyway and gone in a heartbeat, off to make sure she was alright.