ready, aim, fire!
03-28-2014, 09:01 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
Blue met blue as the girl angled her eyes level with the male's, her grey legs slowing their gait to a more leisurely stroll as she neared. He seemed not entirely concerned with her comment, merely shrugging it off with a simple remark, and a quiet breath left her. Well, at least she knew he was not blind, though it was still uncertain whether he was of the friendly sort, not that it really mattered to her. If he was uninterested in making friends that was all the better for Callisto as she had never been the type to place too much value upon them. Interactions for her were based around necessity, and unless this male had something to offer her she doubted she would stick around very long. She had plants to gather and take back to Ebony to be evaluated by the healers there.
"And I'm leaving," she answered, though rather than continue on right past the male she paused, noting something about him up close that she had failed to see clearly from afar. Upon his brow sat a peculiar shaped marking, unnatural she assumed, and stained a color that stood out from his light colored fur. Silvery blue eyes narrowed a bit as she peered at it, her head giving the slightest of tilts. Not a marking after all, as she had assumed, but a scar, given its own peculiar color for significance. But of what? "What's that?" she asked bluntly, not unkindly but directly without any regard to the male's feelings if he was sensitive about it or not. The sensitivity of others had never been much of a concern of hers; she only hoped that she might get an answer before she offended him and ruined her chances of learning it.
Blue met blue as the girl angled her eyes level with the male's, her grey legs slowing their gait to a more leisurely stroll as she neared. He seemed not entirely concerned with her comment, merely shrugging it off with a simple remark, and a quiet breath left her. Well, at least she knew he was not blind, though it was still uncertain whether he was of the friendly sort, not that it really mattered to her. If he was uninterested in making friends that was all the better for Callisto as she had never been the type to place too much value upon them. Interactions for her were based around necessity, and unless this male had something to offer her she doubted she would stick around very long. She had plants to gather and take back to Ebony to be evaluated by the healers there.
"And I'm leaving," she answered, though rather than continue on right past the male she paused, noting something about him up close that she had failed to see clearly from afar. Upon his brow sat a peculiar shaped marking, unnatural she assumed, and stained a color that stood out from his light colored fur. Silvery blue eyes narrowed a bit as she peered at it, her head giving the slightest of tilts. Not a marking after all, as she had assumed, but a scar, given its own peculiar color for significance. But of what? "What's that?" she asked bluntly, not unkindly but directly without any regard to the male's feelings if he was sensitive about it or not. The sensitivity of others had never been much of a concern of hers; she only hoped that she might get an answer before she offended him and ruined her chances of learning it.
