Learning to face disaster
Open to Abaven
11-11-2019, 12:23 PM
Corvus spoke and Gloom nodded blankly, not really sure she could even really agree or disagree with his sentiment. She'd hardly seen any of the old lands they'd once stayed in, at least no more than she'd seen of the island. Maybe that was a good thing, it meant she didn't have much to miss, much to be longing for. It left her mostly feeling ambivalent towards the island, it only really represented that a disaster had struck but she didn't really hate it here either. Gloom trotted a safe distance behind the older wolf, close enough to hear him but far enough away she could feel she could still flee if she had to. He asked her if she'd ever fished and Gloom shook her head. "We'd usually just eat what uncle Rhyme brought us." She said, her voice soft, not really caring if it was loud enough for him to hear it. Speak! Think! |
Updated 04/30/23: Still on indefinite scarcity, please do not remind me of threads I am behind on right now.