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Riva

Loner

age
8 Years
gender
Female
gems
9
size
Small
build
Light
posts
374
player
Glacier

Samhain 2022Statue 3 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3Trick 2019
08-21-2018, 02:40 PM



No one ever died from a little drowning? Actually… “Heavy rains can cause banks to break in over-run streams, and create a flash-flood that can pick up and drown anyone its its path.” her lips twitched a little again “But I know what you meant” she tucked on, indicating an understanding that he means a little soaking didn’t drown anyone. It took her a moment, but she also realised he was offering to help her find herbs once this was all over. She would gratefully accept that when the rains let up.

She didn’t expect the booming laughter that emanated from him like a spark of thunder, and her ears stood up in surprise. After they had settled and she drew the conversation down a different path, she would get a response that surprised her. Three mums and one dad? “Sounds like an awful lot of supervision, but I suppose it spread out” Eighteen siblings? She couldn’t even imagine. She was a family of one, and his spread out through eighteen siblings. He said they had already spread out, and if there were older siblings, which seemed like at the dispersion, then she could imagine he had a hundred cousins running around out in the world. No, she could scarcely imagine. “I don’t think I have any siblings. What was it like?” she wondered in awed curiosity.

No wonder he had offered to be her pillow, he must be accustomed to a mass of bodies, well she was use to the silence and the space. Her healer very seldomly let her curl up with her, only in the colder months when they needed to share body heat. It had always felt a little awkward to her, not comfortable and welcome. Curling up with Birch was unfamiliar, and was why she held herself in a tight bundle beside him, not letting herself relax against his warmth. He was still virtually a stranger, and that didn’t help, and yet.. And yet, there was something comforting and faintly familiar about the sensation. It reminded her of a scent she couldn’t quite catch and pin down, a memory too faint and forgotten. She might have assumed it was a memory of her at a very young age, curled up with her true mother, but she knew that couldn’t be the case. Her mother had abandoned her at birth, it was impossible.




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