Might as Well
11-05-2013, 03:42 PM
She would come up beside the other, not bothering to keep much of a distance between them except for a few inches of comfort. Her face would remain stoic, though not purposefully so - it was simply how it was. One eye, the left green one would focus upon the scarred bodice of the Valhallan female. She knew he was Valhallan based on the familiar scent, though she didn't know the girl personally. ?Lame that they shipped us out here. I bet they are feasting over Valhalla's victory without us,? she muttered with resentment in her tone. She didn't want to be here. Granted, she had at first, but not now. Seracia was boring. She sighed, knowing her father and the others must be rejoicing over their certain victory while the refugees were cooped up in Seracia under high surveillance. How pitiful was that? Head twisted along the neck, facing the yearling female and waiting for a response. ?speak,? |
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