The Fool

Sybil caught the raising of his brow, momentarily surprised he had picked up her deflection. She
didn’t know much about the lad but it was nice to know there was a brain between those red
eyes. She had found it was much easier to listen rather than respond, and she was getting
tired of deflecting. Good then that the yearling seemed to like the sound of his own voice.
She’d address her feelings later.

He began to talk again, and she again listened intently. He described the first alpha, and the girl
gave a wry smile. “Taller than you?” A question given not entirely in jest. It would be nice to know
if the wolves got any bigger than Ricin, though it was hard to imagine. The mention of a wild dog
intrigued the spirit, but she doesn’t let it show. Did he mean a dog? There was something about
the company of the strange canids that brought a sense of familiarity that no other creature
quite could. It would be nice to see someone like her. He described the strange dual nature
of the continents, and Sybil added another mental note to visit this place, Auster. A chance
to investigate, and find more allies perhaps.

A pause, and then another burst of conversation as Ricin remembers his own pack. The scent of
them clung to his fur, Sybil noticed. A name to the smell was welcome. He addresses customs
briefly, and the girl wondered if these wolves are similar to the superstitious folk back home.
Simple to guide, but unpredictable if you lacked full scope of their beliefs. He asked if she
would like to meet them, in a bashful way that made her consider her response carefully.
She had struggled to navigate, anxieties intermingling with inexperience. No matter how
much she postured, they were both gangly preteens who didn’t quite know what they
were doing. “May-be.” She responds carefully. “I don’t know.” Suddenly her paws seemed
awfully interesting to look at. She didn’t want to make any promises, and she with what
little she knew she might be claimed into the pack by force. She certainly didn’t think
Ricin would do that, but she couldn’t make assumptions about a stranger.

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