cry a little
06-04-2019, 08:51 AM
Her bright amethyst gaze was turned to stare back at him as she offered similar motions of greeting. Her head dipped softly as she faced him, and Ox wondered if he saw recognition in her eyes. The Nightingale boy was sure he hadn’t met her before, but was amused at her vocals as she answered him. There was no verbal greeting in return, only the offer of assistance. The boy felt his rusty lips pull up, knowing he couldn’t have received a better answer. His empty belly protested again as he looked her pale form over.
”My stomach is empty,” he almost mentioned his lack of proficiency in hunting. Oxide wasn’t about to admit weakness to the strange girl however. ”I am in need of sustenance and haven’t crossed paths with anyone else.” Did he outright ask her if she had a kill nearby? Did she want to take on a hunt with him? ”Can you offer any assistance?” While he preferred to take advantage of those around him he also knew that equivalent exchange was important. Sometimes he could take advantage, but he doubted he would today.
”My stomach is empty,” he almost mentioned his lack of proficiency in hunting. Oxide wasn’t about to admit weakness to the strange girl however. ”I am in need of sustenance and haven’t crossed paths with anyone else.” Did he outright ask her if she had a kill nearby? Did she want to take on a hunt with him? ”Can you offer any assistance?” While he preferred to take advantage of those around him he also knew that equivalent exchange was important. Sometimes he could take advantage, but he doubted he would today.
