a crooked nook
It took him so long to reply, (or so she felt), that she almost missed it when he said his name. "Varon." One ear cocked slightly to the side as wide and innocent blue eyes peered curiously at him, her attention broken off from the unripe berries. Varon? A short yet interesting name. She wondered if it was a name from the common tongue that they spoke, or if it was from his native language of...whatever it was he had spoken. "It's nice to meet you, Varon!" She replied shyly, though she did make an attempt at giving him a cheerful and friendly greeting. He seemed to be of the serious type, and she hoped that she wasn't annoying him by trying to be friendly. Blue eyes narrowed slightly, though not in suspicion or anything like that. She was trying to get a better look at him, since her eyes sometimes had trouble seeing up to certain distances at times. She hated it. It didn't always happen, but if it was way too bright or too dark then it did get hard at times.
Her ears perked at his question, head tilting slightly as he asked about the berries taste. She smiled somewhat shyly, tail gently waving back and forth against her ankles. "Well, I guess it's up to personal preference...I think they're sweet when ripe. Raspberries too! I discovered them not too long ago...we didn't have them in my birthlands up north." She abruptly stopped talking, mouth shutting as she realized she was probably droning on about things that were probably boring to him. "Er...sorry, but...yes, they are sweet. I guess not everyone would like them if they don't have a sweet tooth.." Maybe wolves were just too used to eating meat. But she often liked adding berries to her diet. "Anyway...erm, may I ask where you're from?" She wanted to ask about the word he had spoken, sure that it was a new language she'd never heard, but she wasn't sure if she should ask for fear of potentially offending him. |
