our dead drink the sea
10-23-2023, 11:21 AM
She was surprised but thankful he deigned to answer her question. Every glare and flick of his ear made her think he would shortly be at the end of his patience, but perhaps he just looked grumpy on the outside and actually very much enjoyed helping the lost and discarded? She doubted it, but it could be true. Her gaze was drawn to the north and even from here she could see the peak of a large mountain. She then looked up to the sun, shielding her eyes with a paw as she gauged its position, and then tilted her head to briefly glance back out to sea. With a little help from her Impish friend she deduced that she must be on the eastern most side of this Boreas. How big was this place, she wondered? How far up and down, how far across? It was frustrating to know nothing, but perhaps exciting as well? Maybe this place would be better? "Hmm?" Attention steered back towards him and it took a moment for her brain to catch up with his words. "Oh! No. You might be ecstatic to know that I have no intention of going anywhere near your home." For pretty much her whole life she'd managed to get by just fine by herself and she was not interested in trying to fit in with a bunch of strangers, and authority figures didn't sit well with her anyway. He had been kind enough to offer though, she supposed. "Thanks though." Her tone was a little begrudging, and although she wasn't interested in being his friend she was also not interested in making enemies. "speak" |
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