Always bringing home strays
01-29-2016, 09:20 PM
Illie's eyes remained closed as she groaned, tired and achy. She just wanted to sleep, but she also...wanted to feel better. Someway, this woman would help, right? "Trauma doesn't sound very fun..." She murmured in her soft, scratchy voice, just laying there as the woman began to poke and prod at her and speak. She kept speaking, talking about buffalo, and illie couldn't help but giggle softly, a small but pained smile on her face. Buffalo, huh? "Can I see one...later?" She asked softly, hopefully. When Cascade asked her to open her eyes she did, but slowly. Blue eyes stared unfocused up at the purple blur, groaning softly. "It's so bright.." She whispered softly, squinting as she tried to focus on the paw infront of her and follow it. But everything was a blur, and dreadfully unfocused, and her gaze would jump slightly as she tried before she had to close them again. Valentine took over the store telling, and she would quickly turn her attention to him, rather enjoying these stories they told. A soft laugh would bubble from her, scratching in her throat and broken in her pain, but laughing nontheless, a small smile on her lips. "Really?" She asked skeptically, opening her eye a sliver to look up at the comforting shape of Valentine. "Will I get to meet her? She sounds fun." She whispered softly then. "I don't got any stories like that..or any at all." She whispered softly, wishing she could tell them something funny too since they seemed to be exchanging things like that. "What's this place like?" |
*Note: Illie has cliche amnesia. She doesn't remembers that her name is Illie Skye, and nothing more. She will only introduce herself as Illie, and respond to that. Have fun.