this twilight feels like an afterlife [calico jack]
05-22-2023, 11:29 PM
there’s something nervous about the boy, a sheepish uncertainty Dulla can certainly relate to. as he replies to her question, she attempts a warm smile, hoping to put him at ease and assure him he is welcome in her presence. “my, then i am certainly glad it is not.” it’s endearing, she muses to herself, the way his voice crackles with puberty, bouncing from high to low. it reminds her of her own teenage-hood, of the awkwardness and self-loathing she’d spent an entire year grappling with. she almost longs for it back, longs for simpler days when the discomfort of her growing body had been her prime concern. though, she chides herself as she looks the boy over, it is never prudent to assume. it is not unlikely he has already experienced hardships of his own; it is a cruel world, as she well knows. “Calico Jack,” she repeats, trying the words out on her tongue. “a pleasure.” she inclines her head, lifting a forepaw in a half-curtesy, the manners of her upbringing as instinctual as ever. “i’m Medulla, and this is Kass. but Dulla is fine.” |
