a place to call my own

*Natalya* · 01-14-2014, 09:21 PM

Two scents mingled as they reached the nostrils of the daydreaming woman. A freshly slain rabbit carried by none other than her niece, Eros. A smile formed on her lips but she did not turn to face the approaching girl. It would have no point, after all. What use was there in turning to face someone who knew that you could not see them? Natalya only went out of her way to do so for strangers - she was so adapted to her blindness that without mentioning it, she would never be perceived as weak.

Eros, she greeted in a friendly tone as the girl came before her. I have been well. I have kept myself busy with getting acclimated to these new lands. How have you been? She heard and felt the rabbit drop beside her feet as she sat back on her haunches. A chuckle escaped her. Have you eaten yet? I do not want to steal your lunch.

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