Will you hold the line?

Blackfoot

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Seemed as if she wasn't the only one here today. A fact left her one part annoyed and one part intrigued. The annoyance lessened when the other, a large male, seemed to only be interested in the water after giving her a nod. A nod that she responded to in kind. She was one that generally enjoyed peace and quiet along with the sounds of nature. So, to have him give her a bit of silence, it was appreciated.

Of course, silence couldn't last forever and a bit later she heard his voice breaking it. She didn't respond immediately at first. She was thinking about all the ways that her mother might make a snide comment about her enjoying swimming. She wondered if he was queueing up something rude to say in response to her words and her tranquility. "Always do." Although, probably not. She knew her mother was a special case. She'd seen others' interactions and there was always a lack of bullying and general assholery.

Would this guy be pleasant through and through? She found herself unsure of what to do next. If someone wasn't rude... how did conversations generally go? Her face was a mask of impassivity, hiding the general awkwardness she felt underneath while she fished for what do say next. "Visit here. On occasion." It wasn't exactly clear if she was asking him if he did or if she was saying that she did and it wasn't until she spoke again that it was clarified that she meant herself. "Always is nice." And then she fell silent while she studied him, looking at his bulky form and the smell of pack coming from his coat.

She remembered her mother warning her of packs, how they would all betray you, how they would rip you apart for even looking at them funny. She forced that to the back of her mind, knowing that the woman was prone to exaggerations. Especially when she thought it would scare her daughter and keep her from misbehaving.

"Dialogue"

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