ever heard of closing the goddamn door {iskra}
The child was seeming strained under the weight of all of this information. A rather wary gaze laid upon her, from the child. A frown would tug at the corners of inky lips. "What... what happened? I mean, I remember pieces, but, not enough. Remembering things from the perspective of a child isn't exactly helpful when piecing stuff together..." The young woman said, looking rather lost. A low hum would rumble forth, a few sage bobs of her head given by way of understanding. Of course, the child had been so young when the pack had been disbanded.
Bulk would shift as she settled her haunches on the ground. A vigorous shake of her ruff would wake her brain enough to recount the tale. A heavy sigh. "We arrived, me and Mithras, in first year. Very lost and very young. Faria joined soon. Settled here, in... South? Ah," This story was shit. Nothing to make anyone feel better about their past, that was for sure. She shook her head a little. The common tongue was so difficult!There was no way of doing the tale justice in this broken dialect. Praying that her brother had done just this one thing right, she asked "did they teach you mother tongue?"
ooc. up to you whether or not she learned Macedonian or not, I just wanted to make Caia fumble like an idiot for a post or two |
