buttermilk lilacs
06-23-2014, 11:31 AM
Katja flicked her tail dismissively at her offer of help. "If she do wish to find me, she will find me. No need have I of looking for her. The gods will see to her, and she is not in need of coddling from I." Her silver gaze sharpened in offended displeasure at her next words, though, declaiming the name to be pretty and to be fitting. Foolishness, and no different than she'd expect from the gently-born. "That you may not. Pretty fills no one's belly, pup, less you plan to sell your body, and I will have none of that," she answered derisively, and her story of leaving home to save her family from feeding her earned no marks either. If they couldn't feed their children, if their children could not feed themselves and their younger siblings at her age, they had no business with them and needed to foster them elsewhere or stop having them. She saw no need to say so, however, as the past was in the past and had nothing to do with her. She just removed her gaze to peer broodingly into the volcano's glow. Always it was the same in these lands. Were the gods withdrawing their favor, to strand her amongst such soft peoples as these? |
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