Trouble down to an art

If things had been calm for a while, now they most certainly were not. As soon as she had put the thing down onto the ground, Ray had sprung into action with a burst of energy which seemed to be characteristic of her. She snapped at the critter time and time again, and Solveiga couldn't help letting a giggle fall past her lips. It was an amusing sight. She smiled as the other girl finally emerged victorious, though the way she was holding the thing didn't seem all that safe... and sure enough, when she spoke around it, it leapt free and escaped. Solveiga looked at her apologetically, but she didn't seem upset. She had apparently delighted in the chase and didn't seem too worried about the capture.

Solveiga slowly decided to sit, feeling comfortable enough in the presence of Ray. She was harmless, after all. Just a happy, buoyant child. Solveiga remembered those days. But she had never been quite as noisy as Ray. Not that it bothered her, of course, it was very nice to have something filling the silence she had suffered in for so long. She smiled shyly at the girl, listening to her words. "I don't have friends," she replied just as simply, with no note of pity in her words. She, too, was just stating facts. She didn't have friends, but that didn't mean she didn't want them.