Speech // thought // Serbian
The tales were told and the most intriguing of them all was the setting to the newly hobbled three legged woman. Her tail a cascade as she wandered over the snows toward the ship. Others were around, she paid them no heed at the time and went on exploring the keening structure for every room and long lost trinket. She was deep in the belly of the metal beast when the world began to sway and crumble. Surprised she was still alive she scrambled her way back to the tundra, just as a familiar scent caught her attention! Scald!
He headed down the newly formed tunnel she knew had not been there when she ascended the ship not hours before.
“Scald!” She called, her tail high in joy at seeing him. Oh to adventure with him now! What delight!!
He was speaking to strangers and she could scent their fear, anxiety even rippling off him in waves. She pressed her lithe form against his shoulder and nosed the fur of his ear in greeting before she turned her attention to the new tunnel. Excitement!
A strange noise deep within bid them to discover.
“Let’s see what this is about!” She said with a chiming giggle, trailing her waterfall tail under Scalds chin as she pressed onward. Ignoring any mention of her missing foreleg.