Picking through the snow

*Riva* · 06-24-2018, 02:07 AM

She looked back to the feline, a slight nod of her head in respect as the girl admitted to liking her. She didn’t take offense to being called a kid, she knew she was young and unworldy. The banter kept up for a bit longer, and she had no doubt the two cats teased their wolven counterpart on a regular bases. He agreed to the loyalty of their friendship, and it was obvious all three of them cared for each other, no matter how strange that trio might seem.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what are you two?” she nodded her head first to one cat, and then the other, showing the confusion against the pale blue of her eyes.

“Thats good to hear, I can’t imagine being eaten is a nice way to go” another quirk of her lips. She liked this man, he travelled with interesting company and knew how to laugh. His baring, tall and erect indicated that he was accustomed to leadership or authority of some kind. A very strange thing to see in a blind man, and she respected it. She didn’t know his life’s story, but she was curious enough to hear it, if he didn’t mind sharing a tale or two with a pup. “Do the old scars ever ache? I know a few remedies that might soothe the skin” she offered. No doubt by her earlier comment, and the sweet scent of herbs about it, he could already guess what her occupation was.

As she spoke with the man, she almost forgot the bitter cold of water, or the long hours she still needed to spend digging herbs. Perhaps a day off from her self-proposed duties would be a good thing for her. She always took her job too seriously, and didn’t take the time to make friends. “You can call me Riva, by the way.” she leaned close to him, giving him a chance to take in the scent of her, to know her in the ways a blind man can.

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