Must have been the wind
Farrah
08-24-2020, 07:46 PM
her odd moment of fuss subsided, mostly because the attention drifted away from her. he was smart, she wouldn't notice the smooth way he behaved. while she made an effort to listen, curiosity got the best of her. after only a moment longer of linger at ulrics side would she move away from it. forward, further in the area that she being welcomed into. she wouldn't approach roza, but she didn't seem overly sensitive when she spoke. what fish could they mean? have you caught anything like that? these topics ru enjoyed the most, pulling the pieces only he desired. it was his interest, and his means of offering her help between the times he made fun of her. she didn't know the answer, so she wouldn't pause her steps and twitching nose of interest. slow and careful steps to guide her around, while still managing to avoid heading closer to roza. she was like this towards ulric too, but he had just sat around and waited. was this women like this too? gray eye slid her way, focusing on the words spoken with slightly pricked ears. an offer to visit, a place to sleep. she couldn't remember the last time she slept in a den, though surely the holes within dying trees could count in some kind of way. this would send her attention away, gazing off towards the treeline, was there hollowed holes nearby? could she find one to laze away in and visit as the women suggests? what are you thinking? making plans to move in because they tolerate you? a droop of her ears, the tip of her nose lowering at the harsh tone given. ru was right, they were being nice. like ulric was nice and fed her. they pity you. ru was right. always right. ulric.. name from parting maw was a surprise even to herself, head rolling in his direction. silent and staring for a moment, before her nose would point towards the rabbit he had placed down. ro-.. a wrinkle within her nose, unable to wrap the women's name within her head. words were hard, even more so when they were new. thus she settled into the old, words she surely could manage. mofher.. presseent..? an expression that held question. can that be given to her? should she get another one? would a present help her remain disliked. would a present be needed to come visit? these nonsensical questions she wanted to spill out, the golden answers towards social conversations. even if ru was right, even if it was pity they had to offer. did she need to give something in return? would they like presents? [thinks][speaks][ru] |
blind in her left eye. words rarely spoken. yet a voice within her head.
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