World is what you make it

N/A · 06-28-2013, 04:08 PM

The woman beside plunked down on the snow beside her and so Seraphiel copied her, allowing her own haunches to fold beneath her to sit beside the green-eyed woman. A moment of silence stretched between the two but the russet girl waited patiently, her sapphire gaze intent on the woman's silver accentuated fa?ade as she began to speak. No, I just figured this out now. Plus I stick to the cave where more heat is made, my body isn't quiet used to the cold yet and I have a thin coat. I came from thick jungle territory before joining Glaciem. A jungle? Onyx plume began to wag from side to side in excitement, audits perking forward with attention. Well you seem very smart for someone who came from the jungle. By the way, what is a jungle? This woman was a pretty interesting person to talk to. She seemed to know a lot of things her mother did, which was surprising to the youth. She'd always thought her mother knew almost everything, but apparently she'd been wrong in her assumption.

And then the woman was asking the girl a question, wondering if she was use to the cold. Russet shoulders rose with a shrug. I guess so. I mean, I don't mind the cold too much, but it's not my favorite season. Although Glaciem does look pretty cool covered in all this snow. Makes it look like an alien planet or something. She had yet to explore the entirety that was her new home, but she knew she would eventually get there, sooner or later.

Talk like this

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