Oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend
Priscilla was surprised when another crossed her path. She skidded to a halt, her brows going up with surprise. She knew him -- Torin’s father… her grandfather. A male that her mother didn’t like very much, not that it was her fight. She didn’t even know why they didn’t like each other… Was it because of them? No, she thought to herself. If that were the case then he wouldn’t be talking to her now in such a neutral tone. The female eased out of her tense position and relaxed some, offering a small smile to the cream and red male.
“I’m doing okay.” She said softly. Her bi-colored gaze was drawn to his eye though she didn’t say anything about that. Instead she focused on keeping up a conversation with the other. “It's nice to finally talk. She knew her mother probably wouldn’t want her saying such things… but right now Priscilla was unsure where she even stood in Jewell’s life. Why should it matter what she thought then?
“I’m sorry… about mother.” Why was she apologizing for her? It wasn’t her fault Jewell and Zell bumped heads. “You… fight right?” Her words remained quiet. “Would you mind teaching me sometime?” Her thoughts were still on the day she had helped with the big cat that had crossed into Lirim. She had reacted more on instinct than anything… and she didn’t want to get caught off guard again. |