Shadows of the past, reflections of the future.
Alamea still did not take her eyes of the male, her ears folding back from time to time, never really allowing them to stand straight. The pink orbs slowly dropped down as the male continued his dissent, her gaze suddenly and very briefly flew away from the male, searching, for an easy escape route if need be, then they returned. She flattened her ears a bit more when his smile grew wider, her mind briefly registering it as a sign of aggression before seeing it for what it was. She jumped a bit as a whine reached her ears, not expecting it, but she grasped its meaning and finally allowed herself to rise a little bit, though still not to her full height. " I can't be your father, I don't have any children." She could hear some humor behind his words but she still too deep of a fog to react in anyway. Now that she had been presented with the thread of hope, that this male could not be her father, she was clinging to it desperately. As she ran her eyes over the male, as those brilliant pink orbs fell upon the markings that seemed so familiar, markings that stuck out in her memory she found herself doubting. Alamea had not seen her father in a while and her memory of him might be off; though that didn't put her fears to sleep completely. |
