What's Wrong With Me?

Studying the pattern of the waves, she was all too focused on her inner turmoil to hear the sound of another approaching. With the wind coming off the water there was no way that she could even smell him, not until it was too late. Ashe was snapped out of her thoughts as his voice called out to her, making her jump to her paws and spin to face him. Her silver eyes were wide as she studied him, breaths ragged as a new feeling stirred in her gut. It brought heat to her fire marked face, taking in his russet marked coat. He looked similar to her, but his tones in his fur were a lot deeper and somehow more rustic looking. It made her heart pound faster in her chest, this whole ordeal curling her tail towards her belly. This wasn't like her, and it was all so new to her. She realized she was staring, hard. He had said something but her mind tumbled over his common tongue, it had been so long since she had talked to anyone that she had to bring up her small knowledge of the language. Even though she had been on her own for so long, she hadn't had anyone to practice talking with. Spanish was all she knew, it's how she thought and how she sometimes spoke out loud to herself. Licking her suddenly dry lips, Ashelynn tore her gaze off of him and looked down at her lava dusted paws. "Umm..." she whispered, her accent heavy on even the most simple of sounds.

Ever so slowly, the dame peeked up at him. Her head was still lowered, her silver eyes shining bright under her lashes. "Is okay. Not problem you can erm... be fixing." She managed to stutter out. It made her feel even more foolish that she couldn't sound normal. Shuffling her weight across her paws, Ashe took a seat and curled her tail tightly around herself. She was usually a fighter, a strong woman who wasn't afraid to stand up for herself. But now? She was a bumbling idiot, and she wasn't sure that there was anything she could do to change it. Swallowing hard, she picked up a paw to draw a circle in front of her. "Thanking you, is very... sweet. You offer help but you not no me." The dame smiled sheepishly at him, too afraid to raise her head to look at him fully. This was terrible, it was so awkward! It made her sound stupid when she spoke, her Spanish-taught tongue stumbling over itself. She cursed herself softly, blinking sweetly at the boy who offered her help. She did need help, but she had no idea what was even wrong with her. There were no words she would be able to put to this... need that she felt. It was oh so new, and just as terrifying.

"SPEAK"