Dreams of Paradise
06-17-2020, 11:48 PM
Maggot was quick to awaken, her limbs quickly moving beneath her chest to force her to a standing position. Her head was lowered, iris-colored eyes peering behind the newcomer and darting once more along the opposite shore. A soft breath of relief left her maw as she realized she was not surrounded. It wouldn't be the first time a cat nap had caused her strife.
Her eyes moved to stare pointedly at the stranger's chest as he spoke, resisting the urge to curl her tail under her frame. She knew eye-contact could be taken as a sign of aggression, and she was doing her very best to avoid a violent outcome. It took her a moment to formulate a response, brows furrowing in concentration.
"Nothing that anyone else couldn't have handled," she replied softly. Maggot knew she was not a strong woman, she was hardly a woman even. Though the thought upset her that she was so helpless, she did little more than furrow her brow. The girl did not sit yet, as she knew that could be yet another painful mistake.
Maggot was glad the male had been kind enough to sit so far away, but she would not trust his kind persona so easily. Her rest had done little more than allow her thoughts to feel less jumbled. The girl's thoughts drifted back towards strategizing her way through the conversation, wondering how to best approach a conversation with a stranger. Maggot wished for nothing more than to turn and flee, but the constant shake of her limbs suggested that it would more than likely lead to more pain for the young woman.
Her eyes moved to stare pointedly at the stranger's chest as he spoke, resisting the urge to curl her tail under her frame. She knew eye-contact could be taken as a sign of aggression, and she was doing her very best to avoid a violent outcome. It took her a moment to formulate a response, brows furrowing in concentration.
"Nothing that anyone else couldn't have handled," she replied softly. Maggot knew she was not a strong woman, she was hardly a woman even. Though the thought upset her that she was so helpless, she did little more than furrow her brow. The girl did not sit yet, as she knew that could be yet another painful mistake.
Maggot was glad the male had been kind enough to sit so far away, but she would not trust his kind persona so easily. Her rest had done little more than allow her thoughts to feel less jumbled. The girl's thoughts drifted back towards strategizing her way through the conversation, wondering how to best approach a conversation with a stranger. Maggot wished for nothing more than to turn and flee, but the constant shake of her limbs suggested that it would more than likely lead to more pain for the young woman.