finite incantatem

*Misha* · 07-22-2014, 06:04 PM

{OOC; Using liquid time in this, yo}

"Eyy there laddy- she can take perfect care of herself, understood?" Sven would answer before Misha could, hissing at the male. "She dun need yer cave- or yer warmth. She has me, understood?" The Arctic Ground Squirrel would tell the male with a puff of his chest, hissing at him. "Shutup, Sven." She would give a warning growl at the squirrel. She had grown used to his over protective nature over the course of a few days, the squirrel mighty and willing to risk any situation to protect Misha.

"Sorry about him, please excuse his rudeness.." She would say in an apology as she would make her way into the cave, the warmth of the small confinement a nice release to the bitter cold wind outside. "What's yer name, eh?" Sven would ask in a demanding tone, hissing at the male if he strayed to close to Misha. "Please, ignore him.. His bark is bigger than his bite. What may I call you?" She would ask politely, melodic tones ringing out in the silence of the cave.

"Misha's speech" "Sven's words"

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