Horns

*Mara* · 09-30-2017, 10:19 PM

Flame-like eyes had by now wandered skyward, taking in the many twinkling stars that hung far above their heads, more and more becoming visible as the darkness consumed the land, pulling all traces of the sun from the sky so that the moon and its many companions could have their time to shine. Normally Mara was not the type to spend time observing these happenings. Ah, but what was normal anymore?

"Aye, A dun think A’ve evar loved anythin’ more en ma life."

That was... What was the word? The right word... Eventually she settled on 'sweet'. It felt uncomfortable for her to use such a word to describe anything, and she visibly shuddered though gave no visible indication of why.

Glancing towards him she asked, "Did you have siblings?" Back when she was just Mara and not 'mom' it would be odd for her to show enough interest to feel a need to ask questions and engage. Life was chalk full of surprises. Of course she'd never be someone who was adept at the art of conversation. Not that she gave a shit.

At first she was going to say something regarding their very different levels of preparedness for this whole pup thing but she lost the words at his next statement. A wife huh? Mara supposed she could see it, though the snarky little asshat within her couldn't help but wonder what kind of woman might have been his mate. Luckily she seemed to be growing more capable of using tact when it came to interactions especially with Ruthgar. Eventually there was no choice but for the woman to concede that it was best not to purposefully create friction with the father of her children. Regaining composure and refocusing on the pale sliver of moon above her head Mara simply murmured, "What was her name?" That was an acceptable response right? Tact; acceptably mastered. Conversational skills; still left much to be desired.

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