call me a dreamer
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Professor
01-24-2022, 08:46 AM
As her companion curled close to the man with his purrs deafened by the baritone of the man, Celeste collected her inner thoughts for a moment. It would be rude of her to start crying now. No, she would immerse herself in his stories so that her homesickness could subside. Shutting her eyes briefly and inhaling softly, the petite girl let her nerves calm as his stories began again. Turning her ivory chin to glance over at him as he settled into his storyteller mode, she listened intently. The place he described sounded beautiful and familial. As if everyone there was one of the same. Like her home, but different. "You are a fantastic storyteller, Vidarr Trygg," she says with a small smile as her own front paws slide out in front of her lay. Relaxing her own body so that her back legs shifted out and her hip lay upon the cool stone, she watched him with interest. From afar, they would merely appear as two midnight forms upon a large boulder. Cast upon the final rays of light, it was simply picturesque. "I am Celeste," her words are soft as she turns her face back out to look at the darkened forest and rubble around them. Long forgotten was her true name, a name that held no meaning in this world. "Do you wish to create something similar to your homelands here? Did your family follow you?" The questions left her lips shortly after introducing herself. Was she avoiding talking about herself? Possibly, but curiosity also spiked inside her to know more of him. He appeared to be wise and interesting, but others had also told her once upon a time that she could be too nosy. "I apologize if I ask too many questions. You can tell me to stop whenever," a light laugh leaves her lips as she looks back over to him again. |