Put Your Hand Into The Fire

She watched him in silence, wondering if he would be willing to engage in a conversation. To help pass time, instead of just leaving her, forcing her to just head straight back to Seracia. After a few moments it seemed like he would ignore her, just staring at the water at his reflection. Was he thinking about something? Perhaps asking himself why she was here talking to him. Was she forcing herself to ignore how he looked, to make him feel better. Not at all. She thought to herself, appearances shouldn't matter. What you should like in somebody is their personality, should't ignore somebody just because they look different.

Finally he said something, his voice, harsh and raspy. Maybe it was caused by whatever ever scarred him so badly? Was it permanent, had it since that day or was that just how he sounded. Prospero He gave his name, bringing a small nod from the shewolf. Nice to meet you... If you don't mind me asking. Are you new to these lands? She asked curiously, she could not recall seeing him around her in her days as a loner. If she did, she wouldn't be asking him, she would remember a face like his. She would have added, I don't recall seeing you around here, but she though it might offend him, saying something about how he looked. If she looked like he did, she would have been upset by it.




"action.
talk.
think.
you."