Moral to the Story

"I suppose food would be good for you, huh?"the words were answered not verbally but it seemed her stomach decided to let its hunger be known. A blush colored her cheeks and she nodded about that. Guess it had been some time since Ultyr had hunted huh? That there were now three of them and however many grew in her womb would mean Ultyr would ultimately be hunting more she guessed. She watched as the other started walking away with a sigh. Only for that sigh to turn into shock from the next words she head.

"I won't be far off, Lailah, if you need something I shouldn't be hard to find. Need something for all my aches and pains, ya know?" Her eyes widened at the way her name was spilled easily from charcoal lips. No one had said it for so long now. She'd always been some nickname ever since Archnemes had stolen everything from her. A minx, a flower, a kitten. But none cared to know her name, had ever asked or tried to learn it. She blinked though. She wouldn't get answers until the man returned.

So she settled into the silence, using her charcoal to sketch and rough shade the falls. She'd always had a taste for the arts, though now she preferred quiet arts and hated to hear singing. She'd once sang beautifully. Her eye was glancing between her book and the falls as she worked the charcoal on the paper.

When he finally returned she was almost done with the rough sketch and she stayed on her task. The scent of the plant he used st least wasn't atrocious. She'd hate to have to go get sick somewhere. Only once he seemed ready to talk did she turn her blue eye to him. "That's lovely so far." A nod of thanks she gave to him. She had been slowly drawing the landscapes she passed in her book when she got the chance.

Her paw with the charcoalmoved then to the other page. Words she wrote there, her way of speaking when it wasn't a simple yes or no. How do you know my name? the biggest question for Ganymede now in text for him and she indicated to ut so the other might understand.

"Hear"