Avoiding the Thought
04-14-2013, 12:40 PM
"Lentajin is great," She watched his expression change to slight anger at the way she had spoken of his pack."There is no water there... it is not my Queen's fault for that... she was gone when I awoke. I set out to find her, and to find something to wet my mouth..." Cassie sighed and frowned at him. Her usual urge was to speak her mind bluntly and entirely, but he still made her so leery she was hesitant to continue.
True to her nature though, she said, "It seems obvious to me that your Queen must have left before you woke." She took a few more steps in the direction of the stream, "Undoubtedly, to find water for herself rather than stay and help you."
"Would you take me there?" His unpredictable voice, back to a desperate whisper. Cassandra turned to face him for a moment. "Do you have the strength even to follow?" she asked, cocking her head with a brief look of concern. "I will lead you. It isn't far."
She then turned her back to him once more and continued walking, slower than she usually would have. She was unconsciously glad to have something else on her mind, even if it was the mix of concern for and fear of this dehydrated stranger. She refused thoughts of her mother as they attempted to worm into her brain, instead looking back, brown eyes wide to see if he had followed.
(ooc; sorry for the delay and shortness, not much muse as of late)
True to her nature though, she said, "It seems obvious to me that your Queen must have left before you woke." She took a few more steps in the direction of the stream, "Undoubtedly, to find water for herself rather than stay and help you."
"Would you take me there?" His unpredictable voice, back to a desperate whisper. Cassandra turned to face him for a moment. "Do you have the strength even to follow?" she asked, cocking her head with a brief look of concern. "I will lead you. It isn't far."
She then turned her back to him once more and continued walking, slower than she usually would have. She was unconsciously glad to have something else on her mind, even if it was the mix of concern for and fear of this dehydrated stranger. She refused thoughts of her mother as they attempted to worm into her brain, instead looking back, brown eyes wide to see if he had followed.
(ooc; sorry for the delay and shortness, not much muse as of late)