silver is the grip on the helping hand
[ strai ] [ hunting med prey + healing ]
10-30-2023, 04:02 AM
She was well aware that the boy was exploring. It was his right to explore; Bylgja wouldn't refuse him that! After all, he needed to make himself comfortable. If this was to be a temporary home -- temporary because she was sure he'd eventually wind up permanently with the ... Delphi ... he had mentioned (who was, if she recalled correctly, somehow related to the pack leader-- interesting, in and of itself), he'd have it with her. The scarred woman stretches her limbs. There's a moment of silence, and then she flashes her teeth broadly at Strai, her chest puffing up. It's a delighted smile. "You're welcome!" She's sure he has fears. She wants to alleviate them, as best she can.
"I will make it more homey, soon, eh?" She grunts, a little. "I have... plans." Of course, not even Bylgja knew what those plans were in their entirety. After a moment, she side-eyes the boy and says, "You look tired! Do you want a story?" As if she's not offering to give him a bedtime story. As if the story is entirely unrelated. That way, he can accept it. |
As her son. Astraios may crash any of Bylgja's threads.
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