Beauty From Pain (Acceptance)
06-24-2013, 03:43 PM
Head jerking up, Feather blinked her eyes, baby blues widening as she took in the form of Gargoyle stepping out from behind Cifer. She immediately lowered herself into a bow, right foot sliding forward, left foot tucking in, and tail lowering and placing itself between her haunches. Her ears fell back against her skull, and her icy gaze focused on his paws. She held that position for a few moments, before she rose as he addressed her.
A heat rose to her cheeks, her body flushing with embarrassment as he questioned why she left. "I-uh. I had erm..." She trailed off, attempting to word it correctly, and she blinked before continuing on. "I had family business to attend to. My relative, more of a cousin I guess, Chayton, got contacted by his sister Camden, that she needed help. So he of course contacted me, and we set off to see what we could do. We got there in time, there was a large group of rogues that was a problem. So we helped fix it." She closed her mouth as she realized she had rambled, and she blinked yet again.
Flicking her ears, she lifted her tail a little to keep it out of the snow, and waited patiently for her words to sink in. She was nervous, and so she kept unconsciously shifting her paws, not aware of that habit. She flexed her paws in the snow, the cold comforting the pale femme.
A heat rose to her cheeks, her body flushing with embarrassment as he questioned why she left. "I-uh. I had erm..." She trailed off, attempting to word it correctly, and she blinked before continuing on. "I had family business to attend to. My relative, more of a cousin I guess, Chayton, got contacted by his sister Camden, that she needed help. So he of course contacted me, and we set off to see what we could do. We got there in time, there was a large group of rogues that was a problem. So we helped fix it." She closed her mouth as she realized she had rambled, and she blinked yet again.
Flicking her ears, she lifted her tail a little to keep it out of the snow, and waited patiently for her words to sink in. She was nervous, and so she kept unconsciously shifting her paws, not aware of that habit. She flexed her paws in the snow, the cold comforting the pale femme.