Arms Full of Splinters [AW]
09-23-2017, 03:04 PM
The woman hopped up on the dam with Iskra and the red woman just grinned. This one seemed like the adventurous type. Those were always the most fun - WAY better than hanging around someone who was all uptight and didn't wanna do anything. Although Iskra probably wasn't going to join her in sampling the flavor of beaver, she already wasn't partial to it in the slightest. More for this woman, she supposed. Irritating the creatures by standing on their home was more than enough interaction with them for her. Glancing over at the mottled woman who Iskra decided looked like a mischievous plume of smoke over a bed of faintly glowing embers, she canted her head slightly and paused before answering. "Ah, just don't get bit," shrugging, she left it at that. Considering she tried to avoid these particular creatures, she didn't have a ton to offer when it came to hunting them. She kind of figured they'd be too fast and slippery to grab in the water though...
Before she could think of any more to say the hawk Iskra hadn't previously noticed announced the presence of another. Before she moved to follow the woman out of curiosity Iskra would reflect on how it had been some time since she'd met someone with a non-wolf companion. She was well aware it was a thing but she so rarely saw them in person. Shrugging, Isk padded after the smoke woman - who was apparently named Pyralis - and her eyes grew a bit wider when she saw the little blue child she'd met recently. The word spirit made an appearance again to her amusement. Everyone had their own explanations for coats like these she supposed, though this was by far one of the most amusing she'd come across as of late. Slipping down from the dam Iskra moved to place herself somewhat between this Pyralis and the little blue child, moving so easily and smoothly it might have been simply an accident that she'd managed to place herself there though there truly was intent in her movements. What was the kids name? A... Ar... Arwen! Yeah. Figuring that little Arwen had been hiding for a reason, she hoped that by placing herself as the more familiar adult between Arwen and the stranger that it would help keep the little one from becoming scared. Tail waving gently to and fro, she smiled, "Her? Oh she's fine, probably won't even melt your insides," Iskra giggled with a wink, then, turning to the glowing child, "Where's your sister?"
Before she could think of any more to say the hawk Iskra hadn't previously noticed announced the presence of another. Before she moved to follow the woman out of curiosity Iskra would reflect on how it had been some time since she'd met someone with a non-wolf companion. She was well aware it was a thing but she so rarely saw them in person. Shrugging, Isk padded after the smoke woman - who was apparently named Pyralis - and her eyes grew a bit wider when she saw the little blue child she'd met recently. The word spirit made an appearance again to her amusement. Everyone had their own explanations for coats like these she supposed, though this was by far one of the most amusing she'd come across as of late. Slipping down from the dam Iskra moved to place herself somewhat between this Pyralis and the little blue child, moving so easily and smoothly it might have been simply an accident that she'd managed to place herself there though there truly was intent in her movements. What was the kids name? A... Ar... Arwen! Yeah. Figuring that little Arwen had been hiding for a reason, she hoped that by placing herself as the more familiar adult between Arwen and the stranger that it would help keep the little one from becoming scared. Tail waving gently to and fro, she smiled, "Her? Oh she's fine, probably won't even melt your insides," Iskra giggled with a wink, then, turning to the glowing child, "Where's your sister?"