Ookey Spooky Creepy Crawly

*Nausicaa* · 10-11-2020, 11:22 PM

Nausicaa gave Milo a grateful smile and a small nod in response to his condolences and his statement about how it was good that she at least had Ulric. Her uncle really had stepped up to take care of all of them even though none of them had asked him to... not that she was surprised since that was exactly what he had done for her grandmother after her grandfather had been killed. She wasn't sure what they would do if anything ever happened to him. Of course life would go on she supposed and she and Memento were both plenty old enough to be taking care of themselves at this point, but he certainly helped hold their family together if nothing else. The topic luckily shifted to how they were lucky to be living in such a place and she chuckled a little with another glance over their scenery around them. That was true at least. No matter what happened they could always know that they had such a nice home to live in and she wondered if anyone that had been born and raised here really had a frame of reference for how good they had it.

When he thanked her for her hospitality she looked back to him and met his grin with one of her own, her tail brushing against the sand. "Oh, no need to thank me," she insisted with a little shake of her head. "I was always taught to be kind to others unless they give you a reason not to and you certainly haven't done that!" If anything he had only met her kindness and friendliness with even more of his own. It had been a nice surprise for what she thought was a totally deserted island. She admittedly hadn't really crossed paths with a lot of wolves outside of her family so perhaps she had a narrow, overly innocent view of the world, but she liked to think most wolves were nice like she was. At the very least she felt like if she put kindness out into the world then she'd get it back to her in return.

When he mentioned telling her scary stories she gave him a skeptical look with her ears flicking uncertainly. She couldn't really say that being spooked was her favorite thing, but his interest in the topic and his smirk was hard to resit. "Well, I do like stories, but I'm not so sure about scary ones..." she mused, but then suddenly felt like she was being a baby and didn't want to come off as a scaredy cat in front of her new friend. "But... Sure, I'll listen to your stories," she agreed after a moment before shifting a bit to lay more comfortably next to the fire, giving him her full attention while she waited to see what stories he had in store for her.

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