This House Is Not A Home

*Aranea* · 10-09-2017, 02:22 PM

She halted and looked at the boy who approached her. He was slightly taller than her friend but nothing that was noticeable. She gave him a lazy smile, and a giggle almost at his cracky voice but wouldn't make it obvious as to why she was amused. If anything she may have seemed sweet, young, and pretty.

"Hello," she spoke, just about to introduce herself. But her eyes were diverted to his legs where he had been walking at a somewhat uncomfortable pace. "Are you alright?" she asked, not seeing any damage done to them at least at their distance. He was either born with this gait or there was something she could do to help him. "I'm a healer so... I don't know maybe I could give you something."

She had came here not to talk to anybody. Yet here she was being as friendly as ever. Maybe she could befriend this guy too, who knew what would happen to her and Abaven. She could smell the pack scent on him but wasn't too familiar with those kinds of scents. Regardless it wouldn't stop her from trying to help him feel better.

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This House Is Not A Home

Aranea