I Just Wanna Dance!
11-05-2013, 05:01 PM
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But I dance to the beat of my own drum baby A torrent of words fell from the smaller dame's lips, and the golden dancer was quite impressed. If the petite fae had lasted a month without a hitch so far, so obviously it was habitable. The woman went on about how other wolves she met underestimated her for being small, which must have been no fun at all. When Ardhel apologized for rambling, once more the giantess shook her head. "No problem, I'm sure I'm worse some days." She said with a chuckle, then decided to comment on the woman's past statements. "It's not exactly wonderful being tall, either. First of all, it's impossible to find a hiding place when you're being chased, you need to eat more, and it's impossible to find a decent guy who's taller than you." She said, chuckling as she realized just how many cons there were to being gifted with her height. She felt like listing the pros would defeat the purpose of making the smaller she wolf feel better about herself, so she conveniently forgot what they were for the moment. "And, my mother once told me it would be impossible to take on the family trade once I got this tall, though I managed, and am now the only one this tall who can dance." She murmured, smiling at the memories of all the days spent learning the art from her mother. "Speech" |