Finding A Friend
08-05-2013, 08:43 PM
Azalea's words called from Sarak a throaty whine, enough to make Azalea's eyes find his. The look of terror in his eyes was unfamiliar to her and it didn't provoke feeling she liked. The negativity was wearing on her quickly, she was not a negative animal. ?Mhmmm. Now when do these? spells? happen?? Azalea looked confused for a moment, totally amiss to the look on Erani's face. "I don-I don't know," She paused to consider, "It just started today... and well... only since I've been around Sarak. Do you think he made me sick?" She glanced suspiciously at Sarak. "Great! I bet he gave me a cold or something." She got a rotten look on her face for a moment. So Erani did as Azalea expected, asked the mottled male how he was feeling. He was completely at a loss for words, his gaze transforming as she watched him. "Why that rotten! He made me sick!" His face said it all. She glared at him. When Erani asked to see her scratch, her face went slack and her eyes found the kindly healer's face to nod lightly before rolling over. Azalea could feel the dark male watching, his eyes finding her belly again. She knew he was watching, he had to be watching. She quickly grew hot, heart rate steadily increasing. "I'm getting hot again... how does it look? It's not infected... surely I would feel it if it were. Is there even really a scratch?" Her voice was a be whiny now, like a child's. Speech, |
